Oh Connie, I'm so very sorry. While I never met your DH (or you, even) IRL it feels like the world has suffered a great loss. A candle burns in this home for his passing.
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Connie, I'm so very sorry.
Connie, I'm sorry for your loss. Nothing I try to type seems to be enough. As Maria says, we are here for you, we are your strength. Tons of ~ma for you.
Oh Connie, I'm so, so sorry. It's good that you were there with him at the end; I hope you can find some comfort in that. Lean on us as much as you need to. Sending you love and strength.
I'm so sorry, Connie.
Oh, Connie. Not enough words in the world to say how sorry I am.
Connie, I am so very, very sorry.
Connie, the image of your N carrying Thor's hammer into the next life makes me smile just a little bit through the many tears I am shedding for you now.
His effort was valiant and your heart is true. There can be no more noble parting.
I am just so, so sorry for the sadness you bear.
Your courage matched his and I imagine him saying 'Thank you, my Love. Now, I can stand up-right, at your shoulder, always.'
Oh no, Connie.
I'm so sorry, Connie. Sending you peace and strength.