My wonderful husband suffered severe stroke on 11th January 2014, leaving him almost totally disabled in mind and body. His life was brought to an end at 4.20pm on 1st January 2015 by something, so far, unnamed, making that almost a year with no quality of life and nothing that anyone could do about it. Since then he has been in the care of the funeral home who have a funeral arranged for next Monday and who have been a great support to us, the family. However, due to the circumstances of the death (no doctor present (although an 'on-call' doctor had attended earlier that day), no obvious cause), documentation has to be obtained from the coroner and a death certificate issued before anything can move forward so we are now in a situation where there is a very strong possibility of the funeral being postponed.
Now, I know that in everyday life we all face, or have faced, these annoying frustrations and, at the end of the day, things work out one way ot the other. But, for us, this goes beyond the pale. It is a final indignity. And, from what we can work out, it is caused by the incompetence, inconsideration and total lack of care by someone who should know better.
But what gets to me more than anything else is the unfairness of it all. A man who spent his life being happy, kind, hardworking, generous, loving and all good things (you'd be hard pressed to find someone who didn't like him, I think) is having to end his story in this way. Unforgiveable.
I'm back with all of those negative emotions: anger, fear, injustice, despair. Sleep's gone again leaving me tired and shaky, and that cold knot of something is inside me all the time. I've managed to stay reasonably strong for a year, with lots of wobbles along the way, but now, just as we all thought we could move into a new year with our good memories to sustain us, we have this shit to deal with.
Thank God for family and true friends.