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By Carey Howard
 If you have ever lost a mate, who you liked, then you know how difficult it is to go on together with your life. It is a severe heart-wrenching pain that seems to tear you apart, leaving you unable to deal with the routine activities. When my husband died, terribly unexpectedly, I wanted to die as well. Had no need to travel on alone. My soul seemed to be as dead as he was, there was no reason to travel living, the purpose of my life was not there.
When the first few days and therefore the funeral (of which I keep in mind very little), was over, I was left with a hole in my heart that would not be filled. Friends and families came back to their traditional, everyday lives whereas I used to be left empty, with a closet stuffed with his clothes and worries regarding how I was going to survive financially plus emotionally. I ate little, no sense cooking, no one to cook for. There was no joy - he wasn't returning back through the door, not ever once more, nor would I ever see his smile and hear his hearty laugh. My birthday came and went 5 days after he died, the watch he had had delivered the day before he died, my gift, was a constant hourly reminder, nonetheless I treasured it. |
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