So it seems my grief is taking me to some dark places. What if the end of life in this world actually is the end of our consciousness and all aspects of our existence are no more. Our soul does not move on as it too is non-existent. Am I alone in thinking these grim thoughts? Is this part of the grief and mourn continuum.
“Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”― Mark Twain
My husband died traumaticly last April. We thought he was having an asthma episode. I was helping him getting his sprays. I kept asking him if he I should call 911. His asthma episodes have happened a lot. We were use to it. This time it was different because he wasn't getting better. When he asked me to turn the air on colder I said okay but was calling 911. I ran downstairs...