Sorry I was gone a few weeks again. I've been busy with my husband's funeral planning, oodles of phone calls, paperwork, appointments and all that.
My husband's funeral was beautiful, with the full military honors. When the gun salute went off and they started playing Taps, I broke down and sobbed. One of my best friends comforted me. Everyone was so nice. The veteran's cemetary in King, WI is so pretty, lots of hills.
That was on November 14. Then I had to pick up my husband's things at the nursing home. That was absolutely gut wrenching. They were really nice. They had packed and organized everything. I sobbed the whole time. When I drove past the window where my husband's room used to be, I was crying pretty hard. Once I got home, I only went through one bag. That had my husband's stuffed animals and blankets. The stuffed animals are on my fireplace hearth, and the blankets are in my bedroom and den. There was also one article of clothing in the bag - the Milwaukee Brewers t-shirt that my husband loved to wear. I wore it one day, and it comforted me. I will never get rid of that t-shirt. Everything else went into storage until I'm more ready to deal with it. It could be a long time.
I cry myself to exhaustion every day. I still talk to my family or friends on the phone most days. I just take things one day at a time. I handle what I'm able to and leave the rest for whenever. I pray daily. I ask God and my husband to watch over me from Heaven. This past Sunday, I drank myself into oblivion.
I'll be across the street at my friend's house for Thanksgiving. They are wonderful. Some days I feel I'll feel okay, other days like today, I feel like a fucking mess. But I think that's normal for someone grieving. Thank you all again for all your prayers, sympathy, and encouragement over the last few weeks.
My husband's funeral was beautiful, with the full military honors. When the gun salute went off and they started playing Taps, I broke down and sobbed. One of my best friends comforted me. Everyone was so nice. The veteran's cemetary in King, WI is so pretty, lots of hills.
That was on November 14. Then I had to pick up my husband's things at the nursing home. That was absolutely gut wrenching. They were really nice. They had packed and organized everything. I sobbed the whole time. When I drove past the window where my husband's room used to be, I was crying pretty hard. Once I got home, I only went through one bag. That had my husband's stuffed animals and blankets. The stuffed animals are on my fireplace hearth, and the blankets are in my bedroom and den. There was also one article of clothing in the bag - the Milwaukee Brewers t-shirt that my husband loved to wear. I wore it one day, and it comforted me. I will never get rid of that t-shirt. Everything else went into storage until I'm more ready to deal with it. It could be a long time.
I cry myself to exhaustion every day. I still talk to my family or friends on the phone most days. I just take things one day at a time. I handle what I'm able to and leave the rest for whenever. I pray daily. I ask God and my husband to watch over me from Heaven. This past Sunday, I drank myself into oblivion.
I'll be across the street at my friend's house for Thanksgiving. They are wonderful. Some days I feel I'll feel okay, other days like today, I feel like a fucking mess. But I think that's normal for someone grieving. Thank you all again for all your prayers, sympathy, and encouragement over the last few weeks.
