Averysmom, what you are feeling is totally normal (and of course terrible). My brother, who was also a widower, said it this way: A couple is more than just two, there are the two but there is also a third entity, the relationship. What I felt, and still feel today, is that I lost 2/3 of me. Doesn't help the pain, but for me it helped to explain the depth of sorrow. Take care of yourself.
It is good that you found us; bad that you had too. Your grief is very new and what you are feeling is totally normal and reasonable. I'm at 1.5 years since the passing of my young wife (she was 50). It still hurts and I still get down in the dumps about the future. Reach out to your friends and tell them what you need. Our culture doesn't know how to handle death well so you may need to be direct with them. If there is a mental fog, don't push it away. It is there to protect you. In time you will be able to see things more clearly but for now, just concentrate on putting one pant leg on at a time.
You still have a future that you will have to walk through. It will be hard but you can do it. Know that we are here to listen to you and respond. Please take care of yourself and let us know how you are doing. You are in my thoughts today.
Hi, I’m Mary,
My husband Rick died 9 months ago after struggling with Early Onset Alzheimer’s for at least 5 years. Rick’s father was diagnosed with EAOD in 1993, 3 years after we were married and the year that our son was born. EAOD was Rick’s biggest fear and the possibility that he would develop it weighed heavily on my mind. He told me repeatedly through the years that if he were to be diagnosed, he would end his life. His doctors spent 3 of those 5 years attempting to rule out every other possible cause for the loss of his memory and cognition. By the time, we faced the fact and he was diagnosed, taking his life wasn’t a concern. He passed just 17 months after diagnosis. He was 58. We were married for 25 ½ years.
Grieving the loss of Rick started long before his actual death. Watching him progress through this horrific disease was gut wrenching. The illness, I believe plays a big part in how I’m getting through grief now. I had time to make sure paperwork was in order, time to make some pretty important decisions, time to tell myself I was prepared. For the most part, I think of Rick as he was before he became ill. Somehow, the worst of times during his illness are buried pretty deep but I've learned, on the days when I'm aching for him the most and I don't think I can go on, I can pull up some of the worst memories and be grateful that he's now health and free. Had Rick died a sudden death, it would have destroyed me.
Hugs to you, WV.