New to this sight. My husband of 38 yrs. passed away last night (June26). I have worn the hall rug out, walking back and forth, switching on lights, turning lights off, going through papers looking for what I need. The Chaplin from the hospital called me at 8:15 P.M. to tell me he had passed, after being rushed from the nursing home to the hospital. I have no one to turn to, we had no children, few close friends, they are not well themselves. I was alone in the house for 41 days, always had hope Ron would come home at some point, being totally alone now is scary. I have to stop, tears are blinding me at the moment.