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My husband and I were doing OK after his OHS until we had to attend the visitation and funeral for a good friend over the weekend. We returned from a camping trip only to read about this friend's death on the prayer chain at church. Chris was asked to be an honorary pallbearer, as the people involved weren't sure that he could handle carrying a casket after his OHS.This friend had helped my mother-in-law with the kids and the farm while Chris and I were in the hospital for all the OHS and "stuff". He and his wife brought them food and helped with emotional support, etc. Chris has only fragmented memories of that time, and doesn't remember much of the conversations he had with this friend. He and this friend had been planning to get together, but our friend had been having problems of his own with his health, and had been basically bedridden for about the last month. Then, suddenly, he was gone, and he was only 55 years old. He did not want any autopsy, but most likely he died of a massive pulmonary embolus. He had a huge funeral, including a police escort and full military rites, including the 21-gun salute and taps. I had never been to a military funeral before; it was quite moving on it's own.
Here's the guilt part. First of all, I used to take care of this friend's medical needs until I changed jobs. I was forced to quit, since I am only doing women's health, now. He was forced to navigate the VA system until I could beg one of the local physicians to see him. I wonder if all could have been circumvented if someone who really cared had been his physician. The family doesn't blame me or anything; I blame myself.
Next, there is that whole issue of survivor guilt; you know, the why-was-my husband-spared-while-hers-died thing. Our friend had been making peace with various family members, but still was estranged from all of his children; not one of his children attended the funeral. He obviously still had some things to do. I realize I had nothing to do with God's decision in this matter, but I can see it in his family's eyes. There is a strain on the relationship with his family that wasn't there before. Obviously, I am very glad that my husband is in the land of the living with me! But still...
There is also the guilt that we didn't reciprocate enough for this friend. We have a lot of excuses... My husband's own heart problems and depression, the kids, etc. All real, but perhaps we should have made more of an effort...
Last, I'm sure that I don't have to tell you that all of this has brought up some unpleasant memories. Chris and I were just starting to recover from all of the backlash from his OHS, and now... More problems sleeping again, especially on Chris' part, and a resurgence of the depression. I hope that it is only a temporary setback.
We're just getting through this day by day.
Now Scorching in Idaho,
-Laura
Here's the guilt part. First of all, I used to take care of this friend's medical needs until I changed jobs. I was forced to quit, since I am only doing women's health, now. He was forced to navigate the VA system until I could beg one of the local physicians to see him. I wonder if all could have been circumvented if someone who really cared had been his physician. The family doesn't blame me or anything; I blame myself.
Next, there is that whole issue of survivor guilt; you know, the why-was-my husband-spared-while-hers-died thing. Our friend had been making peace with various family members, but still was estranged from all of his children; not one of his children attended the funeral. He obviously still had some things to do. I realize I had nothing to do with God's decision in this matter, but I can see it in his family's eyes. There is a strain on the relationship with his family that wasn't there before. Obviously, I am very glad that my husband is in the land of the living with me! But still...
There is also the guilt that we didn't reciprocate enough for this friend. We have a lot of excuses... My husband's own heart problems and depression, the kids, etc. All real, but perhaps we should have made more of an effort...
Last, I'm sure that I don't have to tell you that all of this has brought up some unpleasant memories. Chris and I were just starting to recover from all of the backlash from his OHS, and now... More problems sleeping again, especially on Chris' part, and a resurgence of the depression. I hope that it is only a temporary setback.
We're just getting through this day by day.
Now Scorching in Idaho,
-Laura