Letter to my husband

My darling,

As I write this, I'm sitting at your bedside in Hospital, holding your hand with rivers of tears running down my face and I'm wondering how it came to be that we're here in this living hell?

Every now and then you open your eyes and give me a weak smile, a squeeze of your hand, or sometimes you ask me for a kiss.

Each time I look at you my heart breaks some more.  Your eyes are etched with pain, you look so weak and exhausted and I can see the light in you fading away, like a torch running out of battery.  

You try to speak to me, but your words ramble incoherently, the effects of opiates.  I can sense your fear, and I can feel  your will slipping away, wishing it to be all over, yet you know that we didn't get enough time to prepare and that there were things you wanted to do and to say to make it easier for me when you are gone.

How did everything go so wrong so rapidly?  What did we do to deserve all this?  Why did nobody forewarn us that this might be the way things would turn out?

I'm trying so hard to be strong for you my love, but your deterioration has been so fast that I'm in total shock and I'm struggling to cope, struggling to accept what I know is coming and I know that you can sense my fear and grief.  Even though you are still here it feels as though I'm in mourning for you already because such a big part of you has already gone .... my brave and strong husband, my rock on whom I lean and my very best friend.

I feel as though I've let you down, like I should have seen this coming, been more prepared, looked after you better, pushed the doctors to try harder, asked more questions.......so many things I should have done differently.

You always said that this sort of thing happening to you would be your worst nightmare and now I'm trapped inside that nightmare with you and I would give anything for somebody to come and wake us up.

I can't imagine the pain you must be in, nor the thoughts, emotions and fears that you're struggling with inside.  I wish I could make it better for you but I'm completely helpless.

Your'e looking at me again now and trying to smile, just for me.  "I Love You" you say, "I Love You More" I say and I kiss your hand.... It's all I can do.

I wrote this on Saturday 26th November, while trying to come to terms with the fact that I was about to lose my husband.  He passed away two nights later.

 

  • I am in the same situation right now, you letter is beautiful written and mirrors my exact situation. I am sat outside the hospital writing this and my husband inside  He to looked well a few months ago, doing jobs around the house  Then he started with the excruciating pain and we thought he would be in and out of hospital pretty quickly and comfortable  He then had another ct scan and they told us tumours had grown a lot and were pressing on nerves  Treatment wasn't working anymore and there was no more treatment  Was told that on Monday now he's not eating or drinking or talking and has become very agitated, I thought we had time  

  • My heart goes out to you.  On the 29th of this month, it will be 2 years since my husband died, but I still remember those last days in hospital so vividly.  My husband also stopped eating and drinking and became very agitated.  All you can do is to be there for him, hold his hand, talk to him because I’m sure he knows you are there and will take comfort from your voice and your touch.  

    My thoughts are with you knowing exactly what you’re going through and how you’re feeling, so desperately sorry for your pain and sending you a big hug x

  • Hello Tiddlywinkle

    Your letter is heartbreakingly beautiful.  Your articulate thoughts and feelings that must be felt by so many.  I felt exactly the same, the only differnce is my husband died at home and we had 16 months to get "used" to the idea. But now I am 13 days a widow (25/11/18) and yesterday I started a letter to my husband telling him all about the last few days of his life (he was only conscientious for some of the time) and what I've done since he died.  It really helps me and I'm going to keep it up

    But, i wonder, 2 years on, how are you doing?  And if you could give me one piece of advice about the next 2 years of my life, what would it be?  (Sorry to put you on the spot)

    Ruth x

  • Dear Ruth,

    First of all, I am so sorry for your loss and my heart goes out to you.  

    Two years on, I’m not doing too badly thank you.  I’ve found that grieving is a personal and completely individual process, everyone deals with it very differently, and the so called ‘stages’ of grief are in no particular order - and you don’t necessarily go through them all.  For example, I have never felt angry at my husband for dying but I was told that I would feel this! 

    I miss my husband terribly, I still cry sometimes, though not as much and I feel quite sad a lot of the time.  I don’t think I will ever stop grieving the loss of him, but I will say that I have learnt to cope with and live with it - that feeling of loss and sadness is part of me and I’m able to carry it inside me without letting it overwhelm me or control me.

    My advice to you is to take comfort from whatever helps, regardless of what anyone else thinks.  I continued to write to my husband regularly for the first year after he passed and it helped me enormously, I still do now, but only on special, significant days like anniversaries etc.  Be kind to yourself and allow yourself time to grieve and time to treasure memories.  Also the best advice I was given was not to make any big decisions about anything in the first year that you might regret later.

    Hope I haven’t rambled on too much and that this might help the tiniest bit.  Please feel free to message me again if you need an ear.

    With very best wishes at what I know is a very difficult time x