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Thank you all for the outpouring of love, sympathy, and support. It is appreciated far more than you know.
Finalized the funeral arrangements yesterday. My daughter went with me and was a huge help. Have spent most of today phoning friends, relatives, and my husband's former co-workers to give them the news. Still haven't contacted everyone. (Is it even possible to contact everyone who might want to know?) I think I have all the eulogists and pallbearers lined up. My mother is flying in tomorrow while my daughter heads back to school to take her finals. Meeting with the Pastor on Thursday. The funeral is Sunday. Should probably buy something new to wear to the service.
Because my husband has been retired for about 12 years and has been bed-bound for about 6, we really aren't sure how many people will be attending. I think I ordered too much food for the reception. However, after calling people, I'm now tempted to order even more.
So far, I'm handling things relatively okay. Contacting all these people is making me sporadically burst into tears. Last night, I was putting together my husband's obituary and couldn't remember when he'd earned his MBA. My first instinct was to call him to ask. Then it hit me anew.
I maybe slept 3 - 4 hours the first night. Last night, I may have slept 5. I'm hoping for at least 6 or 7 tonight.
After all these years, after all the times my husband came close to dying but somehow, to the doctors' surprise, pulled through, you'd think that I would be more emotionally and mentally prepared for this.
I'm not.
Finalized the funeral arrangements yesterday. My daughter went with me and was a huge help. Have spent most of today phoning friends, relatives, and my husband's former co-workers to give them the news. Still haven't contacted everyone. (Is it even possible to contact everyone who might want to know?) I think I have all the eulogists and pallbearers lined up. My mother is flying in tomorrow while my daughter heads back to school to take her finals. Meeting with the Pastor on Thursday. The funeral is Sunday. Should probably buy something new to wear to the service.
Because my husband has been retired for about 12 years and has been bed-bound for about 6, we really aren't sure how many people will be attending. I think I ordered too much food for the reception. However, after calling people, I'm now tempted to order even more.
So far, I'm handling things relatively okay. Contacting all these people is making me sporadically burst into tears. Last night, I was putting together my husband's obituary and couldn't remember when he'd earned his MBA. My first instinct was to call him to ask. Then it hit me anew.
I maybe slept 3 - 4 hours the first night. Last night, I may have slept 5. I'm hoping for at least 6 or 7 tonight.
After all these years, after all the times my husband came close to dying but somehow, to the doctors' surprise, pulled through, you'd think that I would be more emotionally and mentally prepared for this.
I'm not.