I lost my husband of 16 years about 6 months ago. I had a work event that kept me out until 8:45. We both had early mornings and were in bed by 9:15. At 12:15 in the morning I woke up to an odd noise. He had a sleep apnea machine, but this noise was different. I nudged him to roll over and stop. Shortly I realized this wasn't normal. After a long hour of calling 911, the ER and cops asking about our evening to rule out foul play he was pronounced dead. I said goodbye to my best friend, the love of my life, the father to my children and so many more things. I handle the running of the house fairly well. I am figuring out the single parent thing and know how to lean on friends for them. I miss my best friend. I miss having that person to turn to 10 times a day just to say it things are going. And I hate how people look at me! The pity is so obvious. I am strong and I will get through this. I do not need the pity. I just need a friend.