My husband died 8 weeks ago. Although he had cancer and we knew his time wasn't long, I was still not prepared. He had come home from the hospital on hospice (but he said, "I am not coming home to die!") and I thought he had a few weeks at least. Instead he died after only three days. I was with him and it was not easy, rather traumatic instead. It haunts me at times.

I am struggling with the grief and guilt for not making things better for him. Although I did the best I could to care for him, looking back, I can see how I might have done some things differently, maybe he would have suffered less.

I have a few people who are supportive but not many. And I don't want to overburden them.

I have hesitated to post because there are so many people who are suffering just like me, and it seems overwhelming, this burden of grief from so many.