My husband died on St. Patrick day. I couldn’t do anything to save him. We were together for 35 years. We married for 34 years. He said when I moved in we were already married.
His death was quick. He said I can’t breathe and he fell down. I couldn’t pick him up. So many people came. Life is not the same without him. He was not a happy person. He was in pain and he couldn’t walk for long periods of time. He had diabetes. He found out his heart ❤️ was weak.
I know spiritually he is here with us. My house is cold a lot. I feel his presence, so I wear my robe a lot. I am glad he is in the spirit realm. Freedom is a blessing. No pain, which I am happy about and no damn 💊 pills.
So cherish the people in your life and be truthful and honest. Love never dies unless you make it .
The love of my life is gone, but my marriage will never die. He can’t be replaced. He would have done the same for me . When your partner is sick, help him or her heal and make sure you tell them he or she is not a burden.
Love is beautiful and precious. Especially when you know that person loves you and your faults.
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