On Friday, August 6th at 6:19pm, I lost the love of my life. He was out of town for a friend's funeral, and had a heart attack. He was found on a stairwell at a department store, unconscious and not breathing. They don't know how long he was without oxygen, but there was no brain activity, and it didn't seem like it was getting better. He had about 2 weeks before his family decided to take him off of life support... I miss him so much. The pain I'm feeling right now is unbearable.
I still can't believe he's not coming back. The things this man has been through. He was the strongest man I knew. He was a survivor. I had no doubt that he would be coming home when he got on that bus.
He's my life. My heart. I don't know how I'm going to do this without him. I'm going to try to sleep and not think or feel anything for a bit. Good night Universe.
