I still talk to my late husband
Ten months ago I lost my husband of 46 years to stage 4 lung cancer. He’d never smoked. He fought valiantly for two years but stopped eating towards the end. It was painful to see him suffering so terribly. The day he died he asked me three times why he was in so much pain and I couldn’t bear his suffering anymore.
I cradled his frail, emaciated body in my arms and told him to let go. He argued feebly with me and I told him again to let go and join his loved ones waiting for him in heaven. He whispered goodbye and was gone. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life and a decision I sometimes regret as I selfishly wonder how much longer I could have kept him with me.