My husband was killed on August 2, 2015 when a car crossed the centre line and collided with his big truck. Joe tried to avoid the collision, the other driver didn't even brake. The collision happened in the shoulder on Joe's side of the highway. Joe's truck rolled. I was 40. Joe was 48.

He was going out to see his mom and do something's for her (she was living on an acreage).he left around noon. When he didn't reply to my texts mid afternoon, I figured he was cutting the grass and left his phone in his truck. Something he had done before. When he didn't come home for supper, then I started to worry. It wasn't odd for him to spend 5-6 hours out there. It wasn't odd for him not to text/call when he went out there. He drove all over the province for work. He had to check in with me when he was doing that. Day trips for work to Fort MacMurray (4 1/2 hours away). His mom was 20 minutes away. Not once did I ever worry when he went to see her.

Around the supper hour, the police came to my door.

I started and stopped writing this at least 3 times. Every time I would begin I couldn't end it without breaking into sobs.

The memories of how my Morey died are so painful to me. You all have been so brave in retelling some really horrific stories. Thank you for sharing them with us.

Morey had been sick for over a year but refused to go to the doctor. I would try and get his brother involved and even tried to get his favorite child [our oldest daughter] involved but he wouldn't listen. He became a strict vegetarian and refused to eat when we'd be invited out with friends or family. When he finally got extremely ill in March of 2011 he was suffering with mal-nutrition, dehydration and severe iron deficiency. He was taking more vitamins but they obviously didn't make any difference in his health.

Finally on March 25, 2011 he collapsed in our bathroom and couldn't get himself up. I called the paramedics and he was rushed to the hospital. He was put on iron and a multitude of supplements to bring him back to health. By then they felt he had suffered a spinal cord stroke because he could not stand or walk and would only ramble when he spoke. He refused to allow them to do any scans or MRI's and refused to eat anything other than peanut butter. I would bring him food from a health food store and he still didn't trust that it was purely vegan.

It was beyond sad to watch my strong and handsome husband turn into a bed ridden, incoherent vegetable.

He died, his heart just stopped, on April 11, 2015, in the middle of the night, and the children and I were devastated.

Roz

Tomorrow will be the one year anniversary of the death of my husband Bryan. So I guess now is as good a time as any to share my story. Bryan and I were together 27 years, married for 26 of those years. He had taken a couple days off from work due to not feeling well. That evening he went into the bathroom for a bit. When he came out, he complained he was having trouble breathing.

Those were the last words he ever spoke to me. I tried talking to him and he wouldn't respond. I started to panic and called my daughter. She said she was on her way and to call 911. I dialed the operator and while talking to her he took his final breath. I did CPR til the paramedics arrived. They worked on him for awhile and then took him to the hospital. The doctors could not revive him, he was gone. I knew as soon as he stopped breathing I would not get him back.

Shortly after 8p.m. on October 29, 2014 my heart shattered and my whole world fell apart. I lost my best friend and soul mate. He was only 52 years old and one week away from his birthday. All of the plans we had made would never happen now. I miss him so much it still hurts. I don't think I will ever feel normal again.

I am so sorry for your loss and for the reason you ended up here. It does provide some comfort to share our losses with others like us who understand what we are feeling and going through.

My husband has been gone for 6 years now. He died on April 17, 2009. To make matters worse he died on our youngest daughter's birthday. He had liver disease, hardly any kidney function and a week heart. He also suffered from strokes and a few heart attacks. From what? Agent Orange. Please don't ask what that is...let's just say he was poisoned in the Vietnam war. I wonder why this happened but I know there really is no answer. He was 60 when he died and I was 56. Widow and widowers really helped me when my loss was new.. It is much easier now. Time has a way of healing your heart but I think you will always miss them.

Cleodoggie.... don't know if you saw my post, but my beloved Larry
also died from that poison Agent Orange when he was in Vietnam.
I know that when we got married 38yrs ago he always said that he
thought he would be lucky to make it to 50yrs because of Agent Orange. Well thank goodness he did live till 68yrs, but the last 10yrs of his life was mainly about cancer/chemo/radiation.

I love & miss him so !!!!!

My wife Laurie died 3/12/13 of a rare immune system disease called "Systemic polyclonal immuneoblastic proliferation".
She went in to the hospital on a Tuesday and was gone the next Tuesday.

Russ

My husband died in his 39th birthday 4/30/2013. He was struck heads on by a oncoming car on his way from work. My kids and I were waiting for him with a surprise birthday party but never came home. I discovered of his passing on tv; I trurned it on and there he was, fighting for his life. I saw how they were assisting him and all of the sudden they placed a white cover over him... My heart dropped and that's when I learned that My kids and I were sentenced to LIVE LIFE WITHOUT MY HUSBAND...

I will tell my story at a later date. Just reading all of your stories breaks my heart. Hugs and Love to all, Michele

Thank you all for sharing your stories. Heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. I hit the one month mark today. I didn't know that one person could cry so many tears.

Like some others, I tried but I can't the words down yet. Thanks to others for sharing.

My fiance Danny passed away on May 17, 2015 of a cerebral hemorrhage. He complained of a headache on May 14 and we took him to the emergency room on the 15th and they tried to stop the bleeding but he passed during surgery. He was 41 and we were 10 months from our wedding in Disneyland. I lost my soulmate!!

My wonderful husband, Pete, died June 26, 2015 at the age of 41, of a massive heart attack. There was no previous illness. He came home from playing in a pool tournament, that I couldn't attend due to work, looking horrible and refusing to go to the hospital. He said he just came home to tell me he loved me, one more time! Within 1/2 an hour he was gone and all the while I just kept arguing that he needed to go to the hospital and finally called 911. It was at that moment that he fell and was gone.

We were together 14 years. We had our hard times and good times. We raised 3 wonderful children. He was my 3rd marriage and as the saying goes; 3rd time was a charm! He was everything to me.

He helped me heal from past abusive marriages, earned the title of "dad", made sure I smiled every day no matter how bad it got (making some priceless memories), and loved me unconditionally.

My life is so empty now. I try to be grateful every day for the love we share. So many friends have said they wished they had what we did. He was amazing and perfectly imperfect...my best friend,my love, my husband, and awesome father.

For most everyone here your losses were fairly recent. You truly have my Deepest Sympathy.
Mine was longer, Nov 26, 2006. (Thanksgiving week). Three months prior we had a family reunion, Both families came to Fl and we all had rooms on the beach. Bob enjoyed that reunion more than anyone knew. We also celebrated our 40th anniversary in September. The Monday before Thanksgiving we had the turkey thawing in the refrigerator, camera set and we went shopping to Home Depot for plants. For some reason I wanted to add a Christmas flair to the holiday and he helped me find Christmas cactus and a mixed flowering plant with a pointsettia in the center. When we got hone in the house he went to another room to put the TV on and i heard him coughing very loudly. By the time i got to where he was he had a massive stroke. The children were called to come home to Fl. By the third day at the hospital the tests showed that he would not recover. It was either take him to a nursing home where he would live on a trach, a feeding tube and a breathing machine, or take him to Hope Hospice.
He had told me over and over to never let him live by artificial means. We went to Hope Hospice on Friday. The children stayed on and off at Hospice. I never left. On Sunday,
When he was dying, the children stood by quietly grieving. They lowered his bed and I knelt on the floor next to him and placed my lips on his. I knew he would want that. I felt his last breath. It was the saddest day of my entire life. He was 68. He was the Love of My Life.

My husband had a massive heart attack in Colorado July 31,2010 while visiting his Mom in a nursing home there at age 68, I was 60.
We lived in Washington state. Very unexpected. He was driving a rental car with his elderly aunt with him. While missing a telephone pole by inches they ended up in a corn field, and she was ok.

My dear husband of 53 years died August 2nd, 2015 of aggressive brain cancer at age 76. He lived 8 months after brain surgery and if I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have had any surgery, radiation, or chemo. He was so brilliant and mentally sharp before this happened and all that was robbed from him with this horrible cancer. There were basically no symptoms of this until he was unable to discern what numbers were. They said the tumor had been there less than 6 months. I'm heartbroken.