I lost my husband to a rare brain tumour at just 32 - these are the lessons I've learned as a widow and single mother (including how people will always be 'extremely invested' in my dating life!) READ MORE: How I survived eight years as a mother to five children while seeing my husband just a few days a month By Holly Matthews Published: 08:53, 22 June 2024 | Updated: 08:53, 22 June 2024 e-mail View comments Being alone in the room with my husband's dead body is one of the most surreal experiences of my life to date. Not really knowing what to do, aware that although what was left looked kind of like him, it had none of the energy and soul of the Ross I knew and loved. I guess I thought about what I was 'supposed' to do, perhaps things I had seen on TV or read of other people's experiences.
I considered doing nothing and just leaving the room and worried I may regret this when they took away his body. Thinking back to that version of me, I want to grab her and tell her it's going to be OK. She vaguely knew it then, even in her pain but she was drowning in the weight of everything she had carried for so long and both desperately wanted support but in equal measures wanted everyone to leave her alone.
Holly and Ross shared two daughters, Texas (left) and Brook (right) and enjoyed happy family times together I was 32 and a mother of two daughters Texas , then four, and Brooke, then six, and about to embark on being a widowed single mother with no handbook and no clue. Ross and H.
