Or should I put the title: My Life Since 30.11.18
As at that day my husband got very sick. He got severe stroke; not the light ones like before since we married.
And at the end of 2020, we should be apart as he was transferred to his hometown to get closer to his beloved father who was sick and weaker. It was planned for just about 3 months and he should be home after that. But the covid things and our nephew was not allowed by his mom to be back to my residence (his mom wanted him always near her).
That's what I regret so much as I lost a year with him. I visited like 4 times, stayed about one-two weeks on each visit. But it's not at home. I got an idea to ask the family to bring him back to me no matter what, but then I saw his condition became worst. The climax was when our nephew was struck by covid and passed away. I believe the same covid infected my husband as well.
At 12.08.21 he passed away at the hospital. Only about ten days after his nephew. Although I was with him at the covid isolation room, it's hard for me to realize that my husband would never come back home.
So, I have been like lost right now. Sometimes being at home is fun with all these sweet memories but sometimes it tortures me.
I just miss him so bad. At home. With me.
My life since 12.08.21 is lamenting and other gloomy things. He would hate that. He would hate me for doing what I am doing now.
