Hi folks. I am hoping that I can get some advice on coping. I lost my wonderful husband on 29 November 2017 and I am going through hell.
Les and I were sitting in his room at the nursing home during the summer. He asked me not to give up on him. I don't know where it came from as I never would. I promised him I would never give up on him.
This week has been so hard as I keep remembering him saying it so clearly. I feel so bad as I allowed the consultant to give him stronger medication knowing he was in pain and knowing it would ease the way for Les. I loved him so much and I have struggled this week as I feel I broke my promise to him. The conversion has played in my head all this week. I am crying as I write this and struggling to cope. I didn't want to lose him and miss him so much.
Has anybody on this site had a similar experience or am I the only person feeling guilty and responsible for the man I loved dying. Our son and daughter-in-law and daughter have told me that I did everything possible but I feel as though I failed at the end. This is so hard.
I am showing this photograph taken roughly 10 years ago. He was my soul mate and I loved him so much.