I got “the call” a few nights ago. The nursing home telling me my aunt had passed away. I got her through two bouts of MRSA, dealt with her stroke and heart attack. Dementia set in, and I still dealt with it. I never stopped respecting her home even when she was no longer living here. She cried in relief when here last. I hadn’t replaced her. Her nick nacks were still displayed. Her clothes still hanging. I’m wife number three, but by far the best (

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Apparently, my husband knew it was coming, but didn’t tell me. He had been visiting her, but didn’t let me. Many things are wrong in this situation. I am so emotional (anger, hurt, sad, scared...). I’m numb for the moment, and finally able to say something more than hello to new members. Even those have been during panic attacks and crying jags.