I am really struggling at the moment. When my husband died last December, in hospital I was not with him and I’m finding that hard to come to terms with. I thought he had another day ... then the phone call came telling me he had passed. I just pray that he went peacefully in his morphine induced sleep.
A couple of days before this it seemed that he was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out, he’d not spoken much for some time. I held his hand, our eyes locked and I told him that I loved him so very much and I knew that he loved me. I told him that I’d be ok (another love lie) and that his daughters, the girls, would be too. I told him that I’d look after them (they’re in their 50’s). He seemed to relax and then slept. He was put on a syringe driver later that day and seemed to sleep peacefully.
My guilt at not being there is overwhelming. I should have realised and stayed with him.
He would hate to think of me suffering like this. He was simply the best. I miss him beyond words.
A couple of days before this it seemed that he was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out, he’d not spoken much for some time. I held his hand, our eyes locked and I told him that I loved him so very much and I knew that he loved me. I told him that I’d be ok (another love lie) and that his daughters, the girls, would be too. I told him that I’d look after them (they’re in their 50’s). He seemed to relax and then slept. He was put on a syringe driver later that day and seemed to sleep peacefully.
My guilt at not being there is overwhelming. I should have realised and stayed with him.
He would hate to think of me suffering like this. He was simply the best. I miss him beyond words.