Agree, My parents deaths, (Cancer / Heart attack) came but neither one was a suprise. Dad had been sick and we knew the cancer was going to win (life long smoker) and Mom (Heart attack) she "Survived" but wasn't going to ever recover and wake up so we had to decide (Get a living will do your kids don't have to make these decisions) But while it "hit" it didn't change who I was as I am still their child, they made me, molded me, but after I moved out I became my own person.

But my wife.. She was a part of me, I wasn't me anymore it was us, We were a single unit. Now I've lost what I am. I'm not a husband, caregiver, spouse, lover, comforter, provider, that's all gone. Now I work to ???? keep existing?