In October, I met someone. We started texting regularly, and started dating in the beginning of November. We had been taking time getting to know each other, he wasn't very talkative when it came to his feelings, but each time we saw each other, he opened up a little bit more, and I learned a little more about his past, his life, his family. Still, there was a lot I didn't know, but there should have been plenty of time for that.
On December 23, I spent a few hours with him. He hadn't been feeling well, shortness of breath mostly. He told me he thought it was anxiety, which seemed in line with the stress he was going through with the holidays, and running his own business. We hung out, watched the Steelers game together (he was a huge Steelers fan). He had told me if he didn't feel better the next day, he was going to go to the ER.
7 PM Christmas Eve, I received a text message from him. All it said was "Congestive heart failure. My lungs are filled with blood. Merry christmas to me. Sorry." After that, nothing.
I had a bad feeling about that, and have been constantly checking obituaries, but hadn't found anything. Finally today I tried googling his name, and found it. He passed away on the 26th. I learned a lot more about him from reading his obituary- that he had been previously married, he had a daughter and a stepdaughter. The obituary also mentioned his "girlfriend", but they had broken up last January.
I'm very broken up about this. My life has been incredibly chaotic, just one bad thing after another. I was really getting to enjoy his company, and every time he sent me a text message, he brought a smile to my face. I miss how comfortable I felt when he held me, I miss watching TV together, him patiently putting up with my silly questions and comments about football while watching the Steelers games. I miss sitting at home keeping track of the scores when we weren't watching the game together, secretly rooting for his team to win because I knew it would make him happy.
I hate that I had to find out about this from a google search. I had been hoping that at least someone would look through his phone contacts and let me know. When each day passed without hearing from him, I pretty much knew, but there was still a tiny bit of hope, and that was shattered today. I've been a wreck ever since. I hope he knew that I cared about him, though I'll never know how he felt about me. There's a part of me that wants to reach out to his family, let them know what he meant to me, and that I was there with him on one of his last days. Things weren't serious between us yet, but things looked like they could head that way, and I was hoping they would. But at the same time, I know that they are going through a lot, too. To lose a family member so unexpectedly, even if they were for the most part, estranged. And I feel like the last thing they need is some silly girl coming out of the woodwork and pretending she knows what they are going through.
I did leave a short condolence note on his obit page, along the lines of "we only knew each other for a short time, and while i'll never know what i meant to you, you meant a lot to me". I want to write something in the guestbook on the mortuary website, but i feel like since i don't really exist to his family, maybe i should stay that way. after all, we only dated for two months. Should I just stay out of it? If I do say something, what would be appropriate? I'm afraid of saying something wrong, and upsetting his family. I really don't know how to handle this situation... I wish I could attend his service, but he's back home with his family in Kansas....
On December 23, I spent a few hours with him. He hadn't been feeling well, shortness of breath mostly. He told me he thought it was anxiety, which seemed in line with the stress he was going through with the holidays, and running his own business. We hung out, watched the Steelers game together (he was a huge Steelers fan). He had told me if he didn't feel better the next day, he was going to go to the ER.
7 PM Christmas Eve, I received a text message from him. All it said was "Congestive heart failure. My lungs are filled with blood. Merry christmas to me. Sorry." After that, nothing.
I had a bad feeling about that, and have been constantly checking obituaries, but hadn't found anything. Finally today I tried googling his name, and found it. He passed away on the 26th. I learned a lot more about him from reading his obituary- that he had been previously married, he had a daughter and a stepdaughter. The obituary also mentioned his "girlfriend", but they had broken up last January.
I'm very broken up about this. My life has been incredibly chaotic, just one bad thing after another. I was really getting to enjoy his company, and every time he sent me a text message, he brought a smile to my face. I miss how comfortable I felt when he held me, I miss watching TV together, him patiently putting up with my silly questions and comments about football while watching the Steelers games. I miss sitting at home keeping track of the scores when we weren't watching the game together, secretly rooting for his team to win because I knew it would make him happy.
I hate that I had to find out about this from a google search. I had been hoping that at least someone would look through his phone contacts and let me know. When each day passed without hearing from him, I pretty much knew, but there was still a tiny bit of hope, and that was shattered today. I've been a wreck ever since. I hope he knew that I cared about him, though I'll never know how he felt about me. There's a part of me that wants to reach out to his family, let them know what he meant to me, and that I was there with him on one of his last days. Things weren't serious between us yet, but things looked like they could head that way, and I was hoping they would. But at the same time, I know that they are going through a lot, too. To lose a family member so unexpectedly, even if they were for the most part, estranged. And I feel like the last thing they need is some silly girl coming out of the woodwork and pretending she knows what they are going through.
I did leave a short condolence note on his obit page, along the lines of "we only knew each other for a short time, and while i'll never know what i meant to you, you meant a lot to me". I want to write something in the guestbook on the mortuary website, but i feel like since i don't really exist to his family, maybe i should stay that way. after all, we only dated for two months. Should I just stay out of it? If I do say something, what would be appropriate? I'm afraid of saying something wrong, and upsetting his family. I really don't know how to handle this situation... I wish I could attend his service, but he's back home with his family in Kansas....