My beautiful husband passed away on Saturday (1st November). His last few days were awful. He couldn't speak, move, just awful. The cancer is his brain took over. I hate writing these words and don't want to upset anyone but I see him in my mind going through all this over and over again. I feel empty, lost, nothing has any point or meaning any more. I cry, howl, walk around in a daze. The hurt is all consuming. I can't imagine not feeling like this and in a way want to suffer like he did. Maybe I could have done more. I was asleep by him when he passed, why couldn't I stay awake? What if I failed him? I ache for him. I am broken. Sorry to distress any one reading this but have to let it out. I know he wants me to live life and one day I will. But, not now.
				