Hi My husband passed away 3 weeks ago. I am heartbroken. He was my world and now he's gone. I have no idea how to carry on. I don't know if i can.
His family since he passed away have been at first silent then demanding and absent.
On the day he passed away his dad and brother came to our house from the hospital and said they wanted to go through his papers. I was too shocked and upset to go to a pub and have dinner with them, they weren't happy about that. I thought they'd understand. The next day they came and started going through his papers, pulled a load out of his things and plonked them on the coffee table. Then as they went through said to each other "oh have you seen that figure "
They then left that day and didn't return till 2 weeks later his dad said he wanted to get into our loft and look through all our things. I asked him not to politely saying its just trinkets up there, keepsakes.
He stormed off chucking the Eulogy he wanted to do at me and saying burn it if you like. He didn't meet with the celebrant
Noone came to help me from his family re setting up the funeral. His dad called while I was in the funeral directors and his only suggestion was we make it the new year as 80 of his friends and family couldn't make it due to Christmas. I couldn't leave my husband for that long. It's not fair.
At the funeral they didn't greet me. Not even a handshake. His brothers wife and children didn't even look at me. They sat on the other side of the ceremony room.
His dad came up to me after at the wake and said i apologise i thought this would be no good and noone would come. That was it. I was beyond angry and hurt and confused. Was I supposed to send my husband off with no good send off? What sort of person does he think I am?
He spoke to my neice and her boyfriend and told her the service was very one sided. I had no input from them. I included as much as I could think of.
I just want to know if im right? Is there something else I should've done? They have never liked me, ive known that for 20 years but I thought they'd respect my husband. I thought they loved him.
Hubbie would be devastated. I keep saying sorry to him. I haven't honoured him. The thought that he's not at rest because of all this is the hardest thing.
