I won’t be posting, but I have blog posts scheduled for the end of the month I think.
I can’t believe it… my husband is gone. He passed away overseas. I don’t know what to do with myself from one minute to the next. I’m in shock, I’m angry, I’m sad, I hurt so much. My head is killing me.
He was my weirdling, our weirds melded so perfectly. He was my confidence, my rock, he did so much for me. I grew as a person because of his faith in me and I don’t know how to do this without him.
They are saying it was an aneurysm in his sleep,they found him when he didn’t come down to meet the cab to take him to the airport to come home. I had bought all his favorite foods and had so many plans to welcome him home… and now.. I just don’t know what-
I feel like it’s not real… he’s the one I turn to when things like this happen… He promised me when he traveled that he would always come home to me.