Cyndi

I wrote this on the "newly widowed" forum, but I'll post it here too: Hello, I'm new here. My husband died on November 13, 2017-- 6 weeks after our wedding and 2 weeks after our honeymoon. He was only 27. We thought he had the flu, or was just sick. It was a Monday morning, and I went to work. He told me he was going to try and get a few more hours of sleep before going into work. I hadn't heard from him in a few hours, so I left work to check on him. As soon as I walked in the front door, I knew. I don't know how I knew...but I just did. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was our soul connection. I don't know. I found him on the bed. He had been gone for hours at that point. I can't get it out of my head. We were together for 10 years. We met at age 15, were friends, starting dating at 17, went to college together, lived together, did everything together. The autopsy report came back a few weeks ago. He had salmonella. Somehow, it had gotten out of hand and got into his bloodstream, which effected his organs. He died of myocarditis related to the salmonella bacteria, which is an inflamed heart. I still can't accept it, I still don't. It seems like such a stupid, preventable death. Pretty much just been putting one foot in front of the other and trying to survive. I had to go back to work 3 weeks after his death. I have no children. I'm so lonely. Grateful to have found this message board. Hugs to all.

Thank you so much for the kind and encouraging words, Maureen. I am also very sorry your second husband passed away. Life just isn't fair, it makes no sense. I look forward to spending more time on this forum. None of us want to be here, but it helps to be able to relate to people in similar situations.

Hello, I'm new here. My husband died on November 13, 2017-- 6 weeks after our wedding and 2 weeks after our honeymoon. He was only 27. We thought he had the flu, or was just sick. It was a Monday morning, and I went to work. He told me he was going to try and get a few more hours of sleep before going into work. I hadn't heard from him in a few hours, so I left work to check on him. As soon as I walked in the front door, I knew. I don't know how I knew...but I just did. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was our soul connection. I don't know. I found him on the bed. He had been gone for hours at that point. I can't get it out of my head. We were together for 10 years. We met at age 15, were friends, starting dating at 17, went to college together, lived together, did everything together. The autopsy report came back a few weeks ago. He had salmonella. Somehow, it had gotten out of hand and got into his bloodstream, which effected his organs. He died of myocarditis related to the salmonella bacteria, which is an inflamed heart. I still can't accept it, I still don't. It seems like such a stupid, preventable death. Pretty much just been putting one foot in front of the other and trying to survive. I had to go back to work 3 weeks after his death. I have no children. I'm so lonely. Grateful to have found this message board. Hugs to all.