My name is Indira and my situation here is unique. I was married to my husband for 10 years, together for about 14. We have two sons, 11 and 7, and we were separated at the time of his death. We planned on divorcing but never got around to it, he had a girlfriend already and I also have a boyfriend. As a matter of fact, I am 8 months pregnant. The boys and him stayed in the house, I moved out. The boys came to stay with me on weekends and sometimes during the week, we didn't have a visiting schedule or anything like that, if the kids wanted to be with me they did.
On Tuesday December 6th, I received a call from a police officer saying that my husband was found dead at home. My first reaction was shock, then I thought about the kids, where were my kids? They were safe, in the home with the police. My 7 year old had gotten up to use the bathroom and found his dad on the side of the bed on the floor with his cpap mask on. He tried to wake him and tell him he was on the floor, to get on the bed, but dad didn't respond. He went and woke up my 11 year old and he went and tried to wake up dad also. When he couldn't he went to the neighbors house but they didn't answer the door. He went across the street and knocked also, but no answer either, he then was going to the next door when the previous neighbor came out. My son explained dad was on the floor and not waking up, so they went into the house and tried cpr and called the paramedics. The paramedics and police arrived and couldn't resuscitate him.
If there was one thing I could change it would be that my kids not find their dad dead. I cry because I think of my 11 year old's desperation when neighbors wouldn't open the door when he needed help. There is so much regret on my part, I know I should have been there to find him and not them kids. I wish I had told him how good of a father he was, and how I really appreciated that. I wish I had not left him with all the responsibility of the kids and the house, I really think I stressed him out.
Like I said before, my situation is so unique, I now have moved into the house he lived in with the kids, my boyfriend is there also. I know people are looking at me and thinking "how could she move a guy in that quickly?" but its what's working for us. I have made sure that the boys voice their opinion on the changes we are making.
Does anyone have small kids also? How did they cope with the death of a parent? My 11 year old just doesn't cry at all. He cried at the funeral but that was it. He sees me crying and doesn't say anything. My 7 year old cries at night and asks why dad had to die. He tells me he wants to go with dad or wants dad to come back.