Life is strange, definitely has to be the story of my life. If y’all have been following me then you know I was “separated” from my husband. We were working on building a friendship. We still spoke daily and we vented to each other about everything that was happening in our lives and relationships. Well I am sad to say that he passed away. On April 23 I got a phone call no one was expecting, especially me. It had come time to make a decision and that was to take him off of life support. This was one of the hardest things that I had to do. At the end of the day he was my bestfriend and it’s hard to cut someone out of your life that you spent years with especially when things were going so well with us trying to be friends.
For the last couple of weeks I haven’t figured out how I should feel or if I am even dealing with the death of my husband appropriately. I haven’t even figured out what I should call him. Do I even tell people that I was married and my husband died, because I am only 33 and being a widow at my age sounds so harsh and complicated but that is what I am. I can say my late husband taught me a lot. The last lesson I got from him was that don’t spend your life in a situation that’s not good for you because it will take the life right out of you.
For him, I will live my life and spend every moment that I have in happiness because at the end of the day that’s what we both wanted for each other.