Unexpectedly, you lose your job. (Or a loved one. Or something or someone important to you.) What do you do next?
Show LOSS.

For me August 2, 2012 will be forever etched in my memory, as the most terrible day of my life. This was the day when my husband died unexpectedly in front of us. (My children and I)

My husband was suffering from Signet Ring Carcinoma of Stomach. His stomach had been removed in February 2012. Optimistically I used to think he may live for another year. That was a false hope, but in moments like the one I was facing I kept clutching at straws to shoo away the specter of death hovering over my husband.

You see in movies cancer patients but that is not reality. Real life is terrible to behold.

I try to dampen memories to avoid going into depression.

The loss is like a heavy object trying to stifle your breath.

During night my husband was shifted to ICU, which stands for Intensive Care Unit from his room. A few days earlier he was at ICU at Armed Forces Intensive Heart Care for heart problem. After a day or so he was shifted back to his room in the Senior Officers Ward.
This time when he was taken to ICU, I thought he will be back to his room.

At that moment I didn’t realize that he was going away for forever.

He was looking ethereally beautiful that day.

His younger two brothers had come to see him. Soon after they left, my husband suddenly opened his eyes and gestured towards his throat. We called the doctor on duty to come and look at him. By the time he came my husband had died. My children and I clung together with grief and horror as he lay dead.

We took him to our village. He was buried in the family graveyard nearer his mother.

Life is not the same without one’s husband. After his death I had to face a lot of issues on my own. I am coping. I don’t look ahead and try to take one day at a time.


19 thoughts on “Unexpected”

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. My Dad died of a sudden heart attack when I was 16. He clutched his chest and fell into my younger brothers arms. He died that day, he was 39…one week short of his 40th birthday. My Mom was 33 and a widow with three children. Time certainly heals but Christmas is difficult even 23 years later. My heart breaks for you, I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers.


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