My neighbor down the street, Lost his wife Friday afternoon. The wife and I both work with him and his wife at company that moved overseas.
He stopped by the house today and made the comment about how quite the house is now. And that the ticking of a clock kept him awake.

I told him that after my second wife died, I hated to come home to a lifeless noisless house. It ddint feel like it was my house anymore.

To those of you who havent had yet to expience that, Your lucky. I cant desribe what its like to do it justice. I hate it now when my wife has to go out of town for a day or two.

I feel for my freind, Ive been in his shoes.

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Hello James,

I also feel for your friend ... I'm so sorry .....

sincerely

Byron

My neighbor down the street, Lost his wife Friday afternoon. The wife and I both work with him and his wife at company that moved overseas.
He stopped by the house today and made the comment about how quite the house is now. And that the ticking of a clock kept him awake.

I told him that after my second wife died, I hated to come home to a lifeless noisless house. It ddint feel like it was my house anymore.

To those of you who havent had yet to expience that, Your lucky. I cant desribe what its like to do it justice. I hate it now when my wife has to go out of town for a day or two.

I feel for my freind, Ive been in his shoes.

I, too, have known ..... After my Mother died.

7 years in April, and I still sometimes think I hear Mom and Dad talking in another room. And sometimes, on those rare evenings when I have no meetings or other planned activities, I find I have to go out, even when I have things that NEED to get done at home, because I don't want to be alone in this empty house.

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Donald
Infernal Optimist / Submariner, retired

Luckily my house is never empty, I have the cat and the kids running around:)
I do miss my husband in the evening though, when the kids are asleep. I only see my BF in the weekends...

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Today was a really bad day in the office......
It started out very well until mid morning.
There was a bit of a fuss along the corridor, lots of running feet, shouting and banging doors... OK, so they are having an "eventful morning" we all thought, and carried on. things went quiet, then or muffled voices and a tap on the door, door opens and at least three Police stood there - not good.
We are then requested to go, individually, into our conference room, where two more Police are sat there, looking very unhappy - I was first as I'm nearest the door. Invited to sit down, a couple of friendly identification questions, then "Do you know a Miss x?" - well it so happens I do. One of the Police visibly blanches at this "We've got some very bad news, and you might want a tea or coffee...." Coffee provided and sipped. "OK now?" - OK would be an overstatement, but they continue..."She was found dead earlier today in the ladies along the corridor...". I nearly loose my breakfast, and think "How the blazes did she get here...". I ask are you sure?", "Yes, she had several bits of ID, and one of her colleagues has identified her". "Oh, are you really sure, she was OK last night, what does she look like?" Age matches, height and build match, then hair "long, blond" - a very, very poor match... I stammer something to that effect - I'm still shaking the best part of ten hours later. Police talk among themselves for a moment, and I'm asked to describe "my" Miss X and how I know her..... then send me home...
A couple of hours ago two more Police arrive at home to just go through my statement again.

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Bob Smith
Member of Seti PIPPS (Pluto is a Planet Protest Society)
Somewhere in the (un)known Universe?

Rob,

I am so sorry to hear about this tragedy...our family's prayers go out to you and your co-workers.

Please, please, do me a favor...lawyer up, now! So many times innocuous questioning leads down a path of unwanted travel. The fact they are visiting you in your home, well, time for you to protect yourself, friend.

You have enough heartache to deal with now without unsolicited visits from the gendarme.

Mark

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Timelord and N9JFE, Back in those days bullying was passed off as as just a phase some kid had to pass through. What a crock that was and is. And I cant believe that most schools continue to let it happen. And thats just the face to face kind. Who knows what the real numbers are when you factor in the so called social networks.

I was lucky not to be bullied. At 15 I was 5'10" and weighed 155 pounds.
I wont pretend I know what you went through. It must have been nasty.

I on the other hand do know, as I was bullied and at 12 I was about 5'10.75", I have some Army service, I have dog tags, a sharpshooters badge with rifle and grenade bars, where somehow I think I possibly got severe anxiety problems from and where I'd fallen from heat exhaustion and later got OA in My upper back which only requires one to fall I've read(what I'd read just said fall, not what type of fall for a dislocation to occur).

My Dad was in the US Army during WWII, He was in the 368th Medical, which was attached to the 3rd Army(Gen Patton's outfit, the Gen who slapped a soldier) as a Medic, I only found out 2nd hand about Him being a Medic cause a relative who was a Nurse at the time was told by Him, He didn't think I'd understand, so He told Her and She told Me.

Dad did say He was proud of Me, He only qualified with a sidearm, a Colt 45 model 1911, I'd qualified with an M16 as a sharpshooter, though in NJROTC during school I did use an M1A on one occasion, though I don't know if I hit anything then, as My only other experience was with a 22 caliber bolt action rifle in the boy scouts which had no magazine, and was only used at short range, maybe 25m at most, later with an M16 I could hit targets farther away, Dad and I didn't talk really about our service, it was just acknowledged.

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Rob, You sure had a rough day. It sounds like the police and you were talking about two different woman.
You will be allright.

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Welcome zoom. This thread is for those of us who have expierenced things in life that eat at us.
We are non judgemental. We listen, And if we have first hand knowledge of what you went through we offer words of hope that you can get past the hurt.

Just knowing that someone else has gone through what you have is healing in itself.

Feel free to post or not, Lurkers are more than welcome here also.

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Wow, two days ago I got to go back to work for two hours.
One of my neighbors had a few extra beers and then decided
to go out in to the arctic night and get lost. I was asked
to start o search in this town plus all the roads to the next
small town. (Six miles away.) Along with the RCMP we spent
two hours going up and down every street, back yard and
ally way. Lucky for the neighbor he was found down in a yard
in the next town but alive. For my neighbor's family, good
news, for me just another excuse to get off my butt and start
up my life again. Of course I should add here that old feeling
of helping out still feels just as good as it always did.

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Nice story.

You are tha man Ian.
Very well done.

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With each crime and every kindness we birth our future.

I will bump this once. And then its on its own.

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I will bump this once. And then its on its own.

And I will bump it again.

El bump O!

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El bump O!

See! How brilliant are you all or what?! Smiling now :)

I bumped it once,As we were going off the page. Some of us have told are nightmares. Im sure we have more to tell. I do.
But Id rather save them for when a new person joins us and says, Have any of you ever expieranced this.

I wont bump again because I think it would look like Im saying hey look at me, I had a few rough times in my life. And I dont think it should be a sticky either. Lets face it we dont get that many hits.

I feel if its needed it will survive on its own. I can say that getting that stuff off my chest did help me. And Im glad I did open it.

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Old James

I can say that getting that stuff off my chest did help me

+1

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There is a section of hell specifically called "ringing the hospital". It is a dark place, where the sane become deranged then get asked to enter their i.d. ... followed by the hash. Occasionally there is a special treat. It comes in the form of "the person has hung up" and follows a levitated receiver... where dread and hope choke you for the three sevenths of a nanosecond it took them to drop it back down again.

I don't want to do it anymore. :(
I want him to come home like he used to. :)
I don't want to say goodbye with a smile and a joke every morning... then cry as soon as I've closed the door because "this" day might be the last day that I do so.

I really shouldn't complain. :) So many people would give up their right arm to get just one chance to say goodbye to someone they loved who'd been snatched from them with no warning. :( It's just I'm so tired of my sunny chatter... it witters away at the air, fooling no one but myself - till I'm trapped by their eyes - and can't stop the chill of, "dad's quite late, mum - do you think he's alright? Will he come home tonight?"...

I never used to lie to my children - it's all I now seem to do. Because one day I know I will say, "oh don't worry, I'm sure he's fine. I'll ring the hospital in a bit." and he won't be, and that "one" day is three days, every week of the year. And now it's been ten years, and seven rescuscitations, and if someone would just pick up that receiver... and I could for once not burst into tears - before I've even found out that... yes, this time it's bad (again)... he's back in high dependency... and will be for awhile... because "I must understand" that dialysis does strain the heart and each time his heart fails, it takes longer to bring him back.

So why didn't they ring me to tell me?
It's no longer our policy to do so. Because of data protection - the patient would have had to make a specific request. If you're concerned you can always ring us.
But you never answer the phone
We just have.
Because I've been ringing consecutive numbers. I started at 001. Someone answered on 279 and put me through on an internal line
You're supposed to come through switchboard.
But you can't get passed: "User i.d. ivalid. Goodbye."
Well I can't help you with that.
But what if they can't ask? What if they're dead?
Oh well, if a patient dies we call their next of kin to inform them.

So now... I can't answer my phone. I just stare at it and sob. :(

How pathetic is that :)

A Lurker. :)

Having had to go through that when my second wife was dying slowly from a massive skull fracture. I can relate. Only she was in a coma for 13 days.

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Old James

She was in a car crash too IIRC James? I was in a coma for 10 days. My husband was dead on the spot and my daughter lived for 2 more days in hospital.

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