Two Weeks and I'm Still Here

 My husband died two weeks ago today.

 He had a stroke four days after my sixty first birthday, and lived two nightmarish weeks, during which the family alternated between hope and despair.

 He really died two weeks and two days ago. Two doctors had to attest to the fact that there was no brain activity. It was the weekend though, so it took two days to round up the doctors to read the medical reports. I have no language to describe that particular hell.

 I could not imagine living without him. We'd been married almost 23 years, and we had things to do. We had concert tickets. We were going to take the dogs to the groomer. He couldn't just die. We had way too many things coming up. Death was not one of them.


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