On 2014-06-06 10:02 AM, Janet Wilder wrote:

> I'm the one who lost a child and now, my husband. The same funeral home
> that did my daughter's service did my husband's and his grave is right
> near hers, so it was doubly hard, if you know what I mean.

I can well imagine Janet. My wife's best friend Mary died about 15 years
ago, dropped dead of a brain aneurysm at the age of 53. About 5 years
after that we drove my mother back to my home down to attend the funeral
of her old friend, also name Mary. The funeral home was just a few
blocks from my wife's late friends home. She hardly knew my mother's
friend but being so close to her friend's home and hearing the same name
was pretty hard on her, and she was sobbing all the way through the
service.

I lost two good friends within a few months when I was 15. For years I
had a hard time whenever I attended funerals because they brought back
all the memories of losing my friends.


>
> My husband was not a well man, but he did the things he enjoyed. He was
> watching a NY Yankees baseball game, got up came into the kitchen and
> sounded like he was choking. Then he fell forward and hit the floor and
> was not breathing. The paramedics wee there in about 10 minutes but it
> was too late.
>
> I am so thankful that he did not suffer a long, debilitating illness. We
> had a great run of 28 years traveling more places and doing more things
> than most people. I'm grateful to have had him for that long.

It is hard to lose a spouse, but sometimes we can be grateful for a
quick and merciful death. My brother in law went out much the way your
husband did. He was talking to his girlfriend and just dropped dead in
the middle of a sentence. He had been suffering from congestive heart
failure and was diabetic. The sad part was that his son had just
returned from a peacekeeping deployment in Bosnia. He was supposed to
have gone up the night before to see his father but had changed his
plans and was going up by bus in the morning. The police officer who
had called about BiL's death arranged for the Toronto police to go the
bus terminal to intercept my nephew.