I am so afraid, my husband's grief seems to be growing, he is more despondent every day. He was the one who found her, he had been home for about an hour, her bedroom door was closed, the light on he figured she was on the laptop, or watching Netflix. This was everyday normal...until something told him to poke his head in and see if maybe she had fallen asleep with her light on. She was already gone, according to the coroner she had most likely been gone for well over an hour before he even left work. He relives that over and over...he doesn't tell me everything about what she looked like, just says that he knew the minute he saw her.
Anyways, it was really really bad for weeks, I was seriously afraid. Then he seemed to find alittle bit hope and it got a little better. Now he is even worse then after her death. He is losing all hope of an afterlife, of ever seeing her again. I am afraid. People do die from broken hearts.
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