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March 4, 2012 was the last day of my old, normal, life. 

It was a Sunday. 

We went to Target so Patrick could walk around for a little while (no where in this town is flat, so we walked around the stores to get his walking in).  Then we started our spring cleaning.  Little did I know that spring cleaning was going to take me over a year to finish because I couldn't bare to get rid of the piles, but I couldn't bare to go through them to put them away either.  Thankfully some awesome friends were kind enough to come box them up for me until I was ready.

On March 5, 2012 at 12:00 PM we got the call that they had a heart for Patrick.  He was taken into surgery at 3:15 AM on March 6, 2012, and surgery was over and he was in ICU at 4 PM. 

Hard to believe its already been 2 years. 

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Comment by lizbeth4 on March 8, 2014 at 5:18pm

So sorry for your loss. Tuesday, March 12th, 2013 was the end of my normal life.  My Husband of 30 years died that morning.  Although I knew from his prognosis that his time was limited, I wasn't ready for him to go.  I held his hand and told him how much I loved him and he died.  It gives me comfort that he was looking in my eyes when he passed. 

Comment by manni on March 6, 2014 at 12:09am
March 2nd, 2011 was the day my love changed. I feel for ya honey. We just try to keep going. Just feels alien. Still get that feeling that he week walk right through the front door like normal.
Comment by Joyce on March 5, 2014 at 7:24am

Oh hugs Sam, like I read recently on FB, normal is just a setting on the dryer

Comment by smit09 on March 5, 2014 at 6:33am

September 24th, 2011 was the last day of my old, normal, life.

It was a Saturday.

The following Sunday was the last time I'd see my husband alive.

So sorry for your loss.

Thinking of you, and your story today.

Peace to you as you continue to heal through the unknown, unfamiliar road.  It's not normal anymore.

I so feel you.

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