u/Hopeless-Toad

My husband, best friend, and father of our grown sons died Sunday of stage 4 lung cancer. It was not peaceful. I spent the last five days with him in hospice and watched his final breath. We didn’t get to grow old together. I’m just a middle aged woman who is now incredibly dead inside. Our love wasn’t perfect, but it was real.
I keep talking to him, expecting to hear him. I don’t feel him around me. I keep hoping this is all a nightmare. I fucking hate every minute of my days. I just want him back.