Editor's Note: the following comments were in response to two Ask Dr. Neimeyer pieces:

LT: I wish I could help everyone because that is my nature. But I am feeling the same after losing my husband of 37 1/2 years. I can’t feel better because he’s not here. I don’t want anyone to tell me it will get better. It doesn’t. Life drags on without him and his perpetual silliness and devotion.

ST: We were together 50 years. He was a special person, as anyone who knew him would tell you. We were “different” from average people. We had a very deep bond. We were always together. He was also my only friend. I never realized that he was the one who made my life worth living.

Worse yet, I blame myself for his dying because I know there were many times when I should have called the doctor, like when he stopped eating. He would still be alive if I had done so. I can’t explain why I didn’t do what I should have.

My world is all black. Plus, he had no insurance and I can barely scrap by with the little I have been left. We were planning to leave this awful place I am now condemned to live in. He took my life with him. There is nothing left.

And to those people who say it gets better, well in my case it doesn’t. Each day is worse than the one before. I am as alone as a person could be. The silence is deafening.