48 Hours
I hear Don calling for me and forget he's gone. It's been 48 hours exactly... Oh God, how can I do this. I feel so alone even when others are with me. I don't know how many times I've been told that I'm strong. Maybe I am, but I don't want to be. I want to melt away. Night mares already. Really?! I have to find a job because I'm too young to get my husbands social security. I'm scared. I'm tired. I'm rambling. Gotta go now.
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Kim,
I too, kept hearing Ben calling for me for at least a week after he passed.
I believe it was an after shock, because like you, my whole being was always in a constant state of alert, to take care of Ben\'s every need.
You are in my thoughts and prayers. Here if you need to talk.
Hugs.....Sandra