Carol
So sorry to hear you sad news. I do know how you are feeling as this happened to me January 13th 1985. My husband was young too, only 48.
You will feel numb. It is like losing a part of you. Half of you is gone. It will be hard but you must try to remember the good times. Go somewhere to have a good cry every day. Write his life story. Get the pictures sorted, have a good cry.
Keep some of his favourite clothes and remember the smell of him.
Search for poems for the bereaved and have a good cry.
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
My thoughts are with you
Sylviaann
