I choke back the grief and smile and say I’m fine but I miss him so much I am filled with guilt. A couple of nights before he died he kept trying to get out of bed and talking continuously. It was my third night without sleep and he wouldn’t stop. He was a wonderful husband. That night I begged him to let me sleep for just 30 minutes and he promised he would but he always started again.
He was in a hospital bed at home and I bought a single bed so he wouldn’t be alone. I threatened to move into another room but that scared him so I promised I would never do that. He told me he loved me and I shouted that if he really loved me he would let me sleep. Such a horrible bitch to frighten and distress my best friend my darling man. In the morning I said I was sorry and so did he. I kissed him and all was well that night his son came and slept in the little bed and also had a disturbed night. While I tried to sleep.
There were no more attempts to get up, no more incessant talking just rasping breathing, half open eyes that didn’t see, no respons to anything. He died 3 days after that dreadful night and I will never forgive myself.