Hello, I lost my husband 3 weeks ago after a brief battle with Metastasized kidney cancer to the brain. He was home for a week for end of life. The most excruciating loss . I can hardly breathe some days. We were married 25 years and I always called him my dream husband. We were so happy. I honestly don’t know how to stop my brain from scanning our entire life minute to minute.No matter how erratic it may seem I call out his name to please come home. Our house feels so quiet and empty. I’m not sure where I belong ...nowhere feels cozy anymore and the house just feels enormous. I’m 62 and I feel this will be my life til the day I die. Omg....how will this work. I’m a mess.