I've been away for awhile. About a year, actually. There have been lots of changes to my life since then, unfortunately. In March, my wonderful wife finally succumbed to cancer. She was about as courageous as a person could be. At one point, a few days before she died, she refused to take her morphine. I think that she thought she could gut it out, and wanted to remain able to communicate. Reality struck quickly, and she had to go back on the morphine. She died at home, on hospice. My son, daughter, and I were able to be with her to the end. It was extremely difficult.
The aftermath of her death has been traumatic for all of us. The emptiness of the house is palpable. The grief, for the short term, was overwhelming. Time is helping to heal, but it will be a long, slow process. This experience has certainly helped to make me more empathetic towards others who have suffered loss.
