Lost my husband 12/17/15. He was 71 and 2 weeks from retirement. We had bought a new house and a new boat so he could finally enjoy himself. He suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. We were married 45 years. My life ended when his did. I cried every day for 2 1/2 years and when things got a bit better, at least crying wasn’t every single day, I had an accident and fractured my knees. So for the past 4 months I have been bedridden and all the grief from losing him has come back full blast. So I just lie here and crying every day missing him and wishing he could be here helping me. He was my rock and miss him dearly. Being bedridden I have too much time to think. Try to be positive but emotionally and physically I am a wreck.