We all experience life-changing events. Sometimes they are things that happen to the world around us, such as 9/11, when President Kennedy was shot, the moon landing, the attack of Pearl Harbor. Other times it’s a much more personal nature. For me, it was four miscarriages, a near-fatal car accident that almost took off my leg and injured my children, and my daughter’s death. This morning another such event impacted my life dramatically, and I’m unsure where it will lead.
This morning at 5 am, my partner, my husband of 42 years, died. We knew his illness was terminal, but the doctor’s prognosis was two years, and it had only been three months. He had been transported to the hospital by paramedics; this was not the first time, but now it will be the last.
His illness, Pulmonary Fibrosis, had advanced drastically, and his doctor told me that his heart and lungs could not recover; they just gave out.
Even when you are expecting death, it’s still a shock.