u/Motherofdragons_05

Hello everyone, I’ve been getting moments of anxiety mixed with grief and it’s been absolutely awful and draining. Does anyone else experience this? I’ve had a lot on my mind and it’s making my anxiety worse. I’m flying with my son to the UK, for my husband’s funeral this coming Monday. After the funeral, I’ll be going to my husband’s place at his brother’s and going into his room (where he passed away). I’ll be going through his stuff and bringing his things back home with me. I’m afraid of how I’m going to feel going into his room, I’m afraid of how I’ll hold up at his funeral and I’m afraid of the unknown emotions I’ll feel. This is the most gutting and heart shattering experience of my entire life…I miss him so fucking much…💔🙏❤️‍🩹

Hello to anyone who is awake at this super early hour. It’s currently 2:20 am here in California and I’m wide awake. I’m trying to get back into a normal sleep routine, but I find it extremely difficult. My husband and I would normally be video calling at this time, as it would be 10:20 am for him. We would be video calling and chatting until about 10:30 ish 11 pm his time. Instead…I’m calling the UK to discuss cremation/funeral arrangements and timelines. I fortunately have the help of my in-laws, who are in the UK. I will be getting a call Friday morning around 1-2am (California time) from the coroner, to discuss the results of my husband’s autopsy. I need closure, I need to know why he was taken from me so soon. I feel robbed of an amazing, loving, caring and sweet man. Dammit…this is devastatingly difficult. 💔🙏❤️‍🩹

Hello everyone, I’m new here and never in a million years would I have thought I would be. I don’t even know how to find the right words, but I’ll try my best. On July 30th, 2026, I lost my husband, my best friend, my world and my forever love of 8 1/2 years. We met in January 2018 and lived in California up until November of 2024. He has been currently residing in the U.K. and I was visiting (straightening out his visa) him every 2 months from America. I just got back Tuesday last week, from a visiting him for roughly a month. We spoke on the phone until Tuesday afternoon and then again on Wednesday until evening his time. Little did I know that would be the last time I would ever hear his voice or hear his notifications on WhatsApp. I got a call from his brother’s gf, who found him passed away in his sleep. I don’t know the cause of his passing, but will be speaking with the medical examiner this Friday. My son and I will be flying back to the UK in the next week and a half or so, to bring my husband back home with me where he belongs. I find myself having up and down moments and moments of random crying. Everything reminds me of him. I’ve been sleeping in the living room, as I can’t bring myself to sleep in our bedroom. I know healing happens over time….but this is so fresh and so unbelievably heart shattering. I’ve been reading other people’s posts, that have helped me bring myself to make this post.