Widows & Widowers Support Group
This community is dedicated to those who have lost a husband, wife, or partner. Anything is open for discussion here, with the hope that we can focus on grief, bereavement, life after loss, and continuing on after a great loss.
I lost my husband's wedding band on the day his aneurysm burst. I remember putting it on my finger but it was too big. I was in a state of shock as we'd never expected something like this. He looked to be in good health. Anyhow, somehow the ring dissappeared and I wondered how I would tell him once he recovered.
He didn't recover and I spent months looking for it. It happened March 31, 2010 and here it is June and I'm moving.
Moving has been tough--feeling alone, leaving memories. I was thinking about him big time yesterday, Father's day. I felt so alone even though my step-daughter, son-in-law, and grand-daughter were here to help. Imagine my surprise when I went out to the car and found DH band in the cup holder. I've looked in there before. I've searched the car. But there it was, clear as day, sitting in the cup holder. I was so glad and felt I wasn't alone.
He didn't recover and I spent months looking for it. It happened March 31, 2010 and here it is June and I'm moving.
Moving has been tough--feeling alone, leaving memories. I was thinking about him big time yesterday, Father's day. I felt so alone even though my step-daughter, son-in-law, and grand-daughter were here to help. Imagine my surprise when I went out to the car and found DH band in the cup holder. I've looked in there before. I've searched the car. But there it was, clear as day, sitting in the cup holder. I was so glad and felt I wasn't alone.
Christine
I lost mine close to a year ago now, back when my hubby was strong and healthy. Just today I saw a girl in the grocery wearing one just like it. I told her it was pretty and she told me where she got it. But maybe this means I'll find mine soon too?
He was on pain meds for the cancer. We took a ride. I didn't discover that his plate was missing until 2 days later, and he couldn't remember what he did with it.
Once he passed, I was very upset that he didn't have his plate. The mortician told me that where he was now, he didn't need it.
It still bothers me and always will.
Debbie, in answer to your comments, you brought a funny memory to my mind. I kept trying to take him to the podiatrist - he'd had an ingrown toenail and insisted that he had another one, although it didn't appear to be. But he had pain there and I wanted it looked at so he'd be comfortable somewhere.
He also broke a tooth a month or so before he died - I kept encouraging him to call the dentist and I would take him, and I even said I would call (we had different dentists), but he kept pushing it aside.
He also got his pneumonia shot and his H1N1 shot but never got the shingles vaccination, although I kept trying to schedule one for him with hospice, doctor, walk-in clinic, and hospital.
I have to remind myself that I can stop worrying about all these things, but it does cross my mind - "He never got his broken tooth fixed", etc - even though I know it doesn't matter any more.
Hugs, Gail