Sorry for the loss of your husband. Can I ask how old he was? My dad passed away from a heart attack when he was only 52. I was 25 at the time.
He was 60. I was 56.
It was during covid. I wasn't with him at the time.
A couple years earlier his mom wanted me to take her up north to stay with her other son. We were living in Fl.
It was right after Hurricane Irma. Everything got flooded and we didn't have any electric for a couple weeks.
He was on the road.
So I packed up my 10 cats a dog and my mother-in-law in a Kia and drove to NH. Took me 3 days I can't see good at night.
I asked my dad if I could stay at our summer camp in ME because I really had nothing to go back to.
I been here ever since.
She decided that she wanted to go back to FL and stay with my hubby, who because the son she thought she wanted to stay with, had miraculously somehow transformed into a woman. Things weren't working out the way she thought it would.
So he came and brought her back to FL. I stayed here and started taking care of dad.
I can only speculate, but I believe he went in for a cdl medical exam, and may have got the shot, I don't know,'
But I got a call from my mil who said she couldn't find him he was missing. She had gone blind by now and was wheelchair bound so she couldn't look for him.
I called up a friend and asked him to go look, and when he got there, he was on the floor, gone.
Right in the middle of all the chaos.
In a weird way I was thankful that he wouldn't have to be driving through all the protests that were happening around the country.
Remember they were blocking the highways and attacking truckers. And he wasn't the type to wait if he had a schedule to make.
I'm glad he didn't have to go through a lot of that crazy time.
I think it's been about 4 years now.
He was a great go to. Anything I had a problem with he knew how to fix it, whether it was mechanical, or house related.
If my car broke down he would tell me how to fix it. If I had problems with the water heater or plumbing he would walk me through how to fix them. Now I have to figure out a lot myself and try to remember what he taught me.
And now my dad is home hospice so I take care of him and it gets stressful sometimes.
But we're doing ok.
He's 91. I'm 61.
And for some reason the Lord is keeping us here on borrowed time.
And even though the world is scary at times, it's a wonderful time to be alive.
I think we're watching history be made everyday. Watching prophecies unfold before our eyes.
And many years ago I asked if I could be around to see the end and watch the new beginning.
And I believe we're seeing that happening now.
And yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Truer today then ever.
Rambling..
Hugs