My name is Imogen. My experience was: A normal weekend, he played golf, help build a friend's fence & did some yard work. Monday morning at 5:15am he woke me up & said it hurt too much & to call 911. They were here in about 5 minutes. Finally they took him to the hospital, I had to go with EMT driver in his truck. He stayed & we chatted for about 15 minutes, then a nurse came because he had to go back to work. Her & I chatted. After awhile I said "If you wouldn't mind could you please check what is going on?" She left. Then came back.
Nurse: "Sorry he's gone"
me: "Where the heart centre?"
Nurse: "No, he's dead" "do you want to go in?"
That was at 6:30am. I got his autopsy report & he actually died at 6:00am. He was laying there for half an hour & no one was going to bother to tell me.
An Aneurysm in his aorta burst We had no time to talk, no good bye, no nothing.
Prior to his death, my grandmaother died, & then my best friend (on my birthday) died.
My only family is my pets. Without them & God I would never have got through this
Imogen, that way that you were left to wait without anyone coming to you is horrible. I'm so sorry! How can that happen?? And I'm sorry that you've also lost your grandmother and your best friend recently. SO much loss. (My husband died on my birthday, also) Have you sought out a grief support group nearby? it can be helpful to talk to others...
I did grief support in Nov that year. Meeting people going through the same thing was helpful. Being that I found I had to make new friends after Doug died as everyone else vanished. I am really grateful this site exists.
Since Doug died in May I find myself remembering all the awful things. Doug's family partying in my house, my Yorkie so scared of all the noise i scooped her up & the neighbours whom I had never met, took us in for the evening. it was just disgusting. there was no one there for me.
At the hospital right after Doug died the chaplain came in & said "oh, your dad died?" I just said "Get out" Doug was 50 i was 49. Idiot. Just everything seemed to go wrong. The hearse even died after the funeral. One of the pallbearers had to drive up his old pickup truck & give the hearse a boost.
Surreal is the word. How can this be our life?? I generally am just depressed and sad I wake up every day.
Thinking of you
Thank you, hugs to you today as well.