KathrynA

I am a practicing Catholic. While my husband was alive, he and I were members of the Methodist church because he was not Catholic and I knew he wasn't going to convert. He was a strong Christian man and we both had (and I still have) very strong beliefs in the afterlife. I believe that there is much more to life than this shadow of life on this earth. I believe that from our human perspective, we see through a glass darkly, but that when our bodies die on this earth, we understand and begin to live our lives fully. I believe he is with our loved ones who went on before us and I believe he is having a marvelous time doing exactly what he wants to do in a healthy, whole body in it's prime. I believe in 1 Corinthians 13:12, among other passages: "For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." Anyway, that's my take on it. YMMV!

Hello, everyone. It's been a little over three weeks since my husband died unexpectedly from a massive and sudden heart attack. He was 62. This was not a first marriage for either of us but when we found each other 15 years ago, we both fell instantly in love. I mean instantly. We were not opposites - we were like a male and female version of the very same person. We literally never argued - we might get irritated with the other occasionally but it was like "surface irritation" and passed quickly. He was such a joyful person and so full of life and laughter. I miss him so much it's hard to breathe. I never expected to have such a love in my life but I did and now he's gone. It's hard for me to believe that he is simply GONE FROM THIS EARTH. He died out of state, on a work assignment, driving in to work. Thankfully though he had the heart attack when he was driving, he didn't wreck his truck - he just sort of veered slowly off the highway onto the side of the road and gently crashed into a fence and stopped - his airbags didn't even deploy. But the way I found out was so terrible - I mean, it's godawful news in any manner but the way it was delivered to me made it worse. My sweet husband and I had just talked the night before and he was so alive and interested in work and what he'd be doing the next day and all of that. The last thing we said to each other was "I love you," because that's how we ended all our phone calls. Anyway, so the next morning I was texting him because Hurricane Laura was supposedly coming in and he didn't respond, which wasn't unusual since he would usually text me back later in the day or call me when he had a chance. But instead of hearing from him, a deputy came to my door and told me that there had been a fatal accident and he was sorry for my loss. He didn't say "Your husband is dead." He didn't say "This is what happened," or "This is the type of accident that happened," or anything like that. It took me two more hours to find out that an ACCIDENT didn't kill my husband - a heart attack did. I still can't believe he's gone.