Life.....in my nutshell

7 days It took just 7 days for life as i knew to come to an end. It took 7 days for 23 years to become beautiful memories 7 days...... it took 7 days for my husbands heart to stop beating. The doctors said his heart would be the last to stop working, of course..... it was connected to mine, and I wasn’t ready to let him go. 7 days, they seemed endless. The quiet of the hospital room for some is described as peaceful, tranquil. For me, I knew it was the beginning of the end of the family as I knew it, it was far from peaceful. I was full of panic. What would I do, how would I deal with the kids, how would I continue each day without him? Why? Always why? My husband was an alcoholic, high functioning for so many years, that I didn’t see the crash coming. I didn’t notice the decline to non functioning, until it was too late. By the time it became apparent, the damage had been done. Between the depression and alcoholism, my hero, the love of my life, my perfect other half...... was