Minutes after the hospice nurse told me that my husband only had about a week left to live, he passed while she was still there. I didn’t expect him to go that quickly and hadn’t brought myself to say goodbye. I stood over him after everyone was gone from the room and spoke to him. Did he hear me?
I comfort myself, since loss of my brother, I take JOY, actually, in still writing him the long letters we always wrote one another during our lifetimes, when living in another city. I tell him things I thought about him that day, paste in collages and poems I might have sent to him, tell him about what I saw on a walk that made me think of him. He is certainly with me. As an atheist I don't imagine him anywhere "out there". But as long as I carry our life memories he is alive to me.
I wish you the best and am so sorry for your loss.
Death is simply not always to be predicted, esp. if something happens suddenly. Nurses can judge imminent death with parts of the body mottling and cooling given a slow approach, at least within some days. But a sudden stroke or heart failure cannot be predicted. I would bet your husband felt your comfort and love often in his last days.
My deepest sympathy on your loss. ((((hugs))))
I'm so sorry for your loss. Sending you a hug and a prayer for peace.