Reply #21: Some Thoughts

[AuntiBush]

Both my parents died in separate tragic accidents, as well as my husband a few years back. I have no children, no siblings, just me and the pets and 1 dear Aunt. That's it. I know a lot about depression, sadness and sleepless nights.

It wasn't easy for me, but at least your husband has you to help urge him on. Here's what helped me see through my own misery.

1. I volunteered 4 hours at my own discretion at a local Gerontology Center for the Elderly, whom lay dying, alone in this world. After I held my first 99 year old patient and listened to her raspy voice while she took her last breathe, I felt her pain more than my own. (dragged my feet big-time - I didn't just jump to it, mind you).

2. Visiting my husband's cemetery every day, sometimes several times, seriously, I knew I had to put a stop to it or I'd never go on. So, I began to stop at small unknown cemeteries, walking around looking at other headstones and reading them. Before long, I realized that everyone has to die. It's part of living.

Wise words my husband left me: "We're born." "We die." "And, everything in the middle is just bullsh*t!"

He couldn't have been more right. Tell him to "Live for his passed love ones." That they would not want him to feel this way.

These are little things that helped me. In the long-haul, time heals all wounds but seeing other's that have it worse can help a lot.

Good luck to you and you're husband. Hope he comes out of it soon.

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