My precious husband Louie, will be gone 4 months 11/7. I lost him to a horrific monster of a disease, Pulmonary Fibrosis. He lived, if that is what one might call it, 22 months after diagnosis. I have been grieving since September 25, 2017, when we learned of his condition. One would think I could have been ready for what has become the most awful time of my life. I feel as though there is a cement wall in front of me and that I am pulling the weight of the world behind me and I am stuck in the middle. Without my faith I know I would be in real trouble. I do not know how I have made it the past 4 months - (well, I do...my faith in God). I have been in a fog and just going through the motions. I go to a Grief Share group on Monday evenings, but I do not really feel connected there. Hoping I can find someone on here who may have lost someone to this disease. You basically watch your loved one suffocate to death. All and any responses will be welcome. Just feel that sometimes it is better to talk with someone who may not know you personally. I am blessed with many friends, family and supportive church family, but still I feel isolated, empty and lonely; the very best part of me is gone.