A little over 2 weeks ago.
On April 25, my wife passed away suddenly. She let out a groan that woke me from a sound sleep. I asked her if she was ok, and she said, “It hurts.” I think after she said that, she was gone. It took me a few minutes to figure out what was happening and call 911. They had me start chest compressions, and the paramedics, as well as the police, were at our home in 10 minutes. They worked on my wife for 30 minutes and couldn't bring her back. They ruled her death from natural causes, so I'll never know what the hell happened. The anxiety I feel daily, reliving the what-ifs and would of, should of, could of is overwhelming. Not only did my wife die, but I feel I was too slow to understand that it was a life-or-death situation. I'm just getting through day by day and a simple thought of the future sends me spiraling. She would of been 60 in June and we had so many plans. I don't know how Ill ever come back from this.