I want to tell my story. I lost my dear husband 6 1/2 months ago to lung cancer. We only knew he had it for 11 months, and up until the last month, were both convinced that God was going to heal him. I must say the last month I was doubting, but never gave up hope. I was so blinded by what I wanted that I could not see just how quickly he was going down hill. Our friends became almost non-existant, and even the ones that hung in there for awhile, have now disappeared. I guess they just could not take listening to me say the same things over and over anymore. Two of my daughters are near by and still try to be there for me as much as possible. But at the end of the day, I'm still alone in this house, and he is never coming back. Even when I type that it still doesn't seem possible. He was a rock, the solid part in my life that always kept me safe. I don't know how to deal with years and years without him.
Posts You May Be Interested In