The Untold Grief of Losing your Spouse

Short story about loss

"Anastasia. We need to take him off life support. He's living a horrible life and is in pain." The doctor says to her, as tears roll down her face, knowing she is the only one who can make the decision. Her 27 year old husband is dying right before her eyes.

"Okay. Do it." She says, choking back the tears. She hears his breathing stop, then his heart goes. The doctors report the time of death, as Anastasia sobs over her husband's deceased body. She kisses his cheek, and a tear, almost as if he's alive, rolls down his face as they set him up so Anastasia can have a moment to grieve. "This isn't fair God! Take me instead! He doesn't deserve this! I'm a sinner!" She quietly prays to her god, and sobs uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry Anastasia. It's time to go. The mortician is here and needs his body." Anastasia's mother says as she pokes her head in.

"Okay." Anastasia kisses her deceased husband's cheek one last time before letting the mortician in to do his job. She sits there with a blank stare on her face, not knowing what to do next, as to be expected after losing her husband.

The day of the funeral, Anastasia is mad at her husband's parents, as they didn't show up. The relations ship they had was shaky as best, but he's still their son. His brother however, showed up. She hugged him tightly and talked to him for a few minutes before the funeral started. Afterwards, they released balloons for him to receive in heaven, and as their tradition, they tied little notes to the balloon strings.

Anastasia went home feeling depresses, and her late husband's brother stays with her for a few days, to help her with day to day chores and food. After three weeks, he went back home to New York City.

Anastasia quit taking care of herself, letting her job and personal hygiene go. She soon went into a deep depression, and soon passed away herself. When the mortician showed up, she was already decayed, and the funeral was small, as she burned a lot of bridges.

The fact that no one saw her with her husband in public was the most disturbing thing of all. For her husband was dead for months, as she pretended that he was still alive. She went on date nights on her own, and drove to the places herself as grief was too much for her to handle, as she went off the deep end the last month she'd be alive. She was now reunited with her husband in heaven, living in the house of god for the rest of eternity.

This was my first try at writing a Halloween themed story. I hope it made you have strong feelings, and please review.