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What should I do?
I have never felt this empty before. My mind is drowned in fog and there is no heart I could listen to beating in my chest. All I have are snippets of memory; happy moments with my family, mixed with the ashen face of my husband, his lips moving, his last words lost in my cries for help.
One moment of panic was all his heart needed to stop beating. Two seconds of shock were all it took for me to be too late to save him.
I know how to reanimate the elderly I care for after heart attacks, but I didn't know how to save my own husband.

What do you do after someone you love has been buried?
Now that the funeral is over, there is nothing I can think of doing any more. Maybe there is nothing left worth doing.
What happened to other women losing their husbands too soon to understand, too late for a new start? I think some died with grief, some with pills, some with a knife in their hands. Others carried on as before, caring for their children.
My sons are old enough to look after themselves, so can I die now?

What should I do?
I am numb, lifeless, lost for words and emotions. I know I am in no fit state to make a decision. I want to follow my husband, but I am not sure about this. There will be no way back to what still binds me to life.
Maybe I should stay, cling to whatever is left to me until my strength is failing me.
What strength, any way?
I don't have a clue.

Description
What should I do?
I have never felt this empty before. My mind is drowned in fog and there is no heart I could listen to beating in my chest. All I have are snippets of memory; happy moments with my family, mixed with the ashen face of my husband, his lips moving, his last words lost in my cries for help.
One moment of panic was all his heart needed to stop beating. Two seconds of shock were all it took for me to be too late to save him.
I know how to reanimate the elderly I care for after heart attacks, but I didn't know how to save my own husband.

What do you do after someone you love has been buried?
Now that the funeral is over, there is nothing I can think of doing any more. Maybe there is nothing left worth doing.
What happened to other women losing their husbands too soon to understand, too late for a new start? I think some died with grief, some with pills, some with a knife in their hands. Others carried on as before, caring for their children.
My sons are old enough to look after themselves, so can I die now?

What should I do?
I am numb, lifeless, lost for words and emotions. I know I am in no fit state to make a decision. I want to follow my husband, but I am not sure about this. There will be no way back to what still binds me to life.
Maybe I should stay, cling to whatever is left to me until my strength is failing me.
What strength, any way?
I don't have a clue.