Hi, I am new here. It has been four months since I lost my husband and the grief never goes away. I was the one who was sick (presumed covid, though I tested negative) and he never got sick. We were sleeping in different rooms and after about four weeks we figured I was no longer contagious. But he stayed in the guest room one more night because his back was bothering him and the next morning I found he had passed away in the night, assumed it was a heart attack (he had an aortic aneurysm). I feel a certain amount of guilt because at one point I woke up in the middle of the night and I should have gone to check on him because of his back, but I was just out of it and went back to sleep. I miss him terribly. He took good care of me when i was sick and he was an awesome kitty dad. I am still in shock and I dream about him just about every night.