On Friday, I had the unpleasant task of telling my husband that the son of one of his childhood friends had been killed-he was 20 years old. Unfortunately, the dad died almost 10 years ago. So, this was especially hard on him. I had a very difficult time deciding when to tell him because he was at work until midnight. I could either stay up and wait to tell him when he got home or on Saturday morning.
I sought advice from my friends on ScrapShare and with their help, I decided to wait up and tell him. He didn't believe me-denial. It became real when he read the obituary in the morning newspaper. He went to visit the family after work on Saturday and attended the funeral today.
I hate being the bearer of bad news.
3 years ago