Your article is amazing. Thank you for writing it. I lost my own husband 3 years ago, but he’s still alive. I lost him to mental illness. I got 19 wonderful years with him. I was 18 when I met him. I wish there was something I could do to help him, but my hands are tied. I did all I could.
I am feeling the grief heavy today. I know it’s a different circumstance, but my heart goes out to you and what you’re going through.
For me, in the other side of the grief of watching the love of my life descend into hell and sickness, feels like a snow storm. I feel like the summer of my life ended in fall, and the limbs that felt like him got frost bite, froze and fell off. My heart feels frozen and in pain. The world feels dead around me, but it’s a beautiful white world covered in ice diamonds and snow flakes. Im trekking in a snowy tundra surrounded by dead things, but also beauty around the wonderful life I had and the fact I am still alive. I can’t go back to who I was before, I have to make peace with myself, and find a new life in the beautiful world around me that holds my frozen memories but also newness. I’m tired of waiting for a Phoenix to raise me out of the ashes, and instead made friends with the snow queen. I can accept my past is frozen and so are parts of me, but I can keep going and enjoy the beauty around me and develop a new life.

My heart goes out to you and your family.