My wife's father died last week - suddenly, but as far as we know, peacefully in his sleep. He was only fifty-eight years old.
Sometimes she cries, but mostly she plods along as if it hasn't really happened. That's understandable, I guess. I know this is the most difficult time in her life, and I'm there for her every step of the way, but I was not prepared for how hard it was to be for me. Watching the person you love more than anyone else in the world suffer that loss is more heartbreaking than I can put into words.
It's harder - much harder - than when my own father died three years ago, because at least those feelings I had some control over. This time around, the ball is in her court. I'm only there to wipe the tears away and tell her that one day she will smile again. I can't bring her dad back, but the least I can do is promise her a little happiness somewhere down the line.
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Agh, my sympathies to you both: my mother died back in 2003, and my first wife a couple of years before that, and I still have days where the knoweldge creeps up behind me and blindsides me when I'm not looking.
Prevail, that's all I've got to give you. Just prevail.
He was such a young man too. My heart-felt sympathy to your wife.
Aww, mate. So sorry.
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I'm so sorry to hear this. I hope you're both doing okay.
Thanks folks. The wife is movin' forward (as you have to in these situations), but, as they say, cliched as it is, it's one day at a time. It's tough for all concerned, but with the right people around her I'm sure she'll be fine.
My sympathies mate. Hope you are both bearing up.
I'm so sorry to read about your Father in Law's death... Wow... That's no age, is it?
I send you both a cyber-hug... and hope your wife is OK...from experience, you don't get over it, you just learn to live with it.
Thinking of you both, though.
Vanessa
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