When Ashley Murrell’s husband, Mikey, arrived home from work after yet another 16-shift, she was angry. Angry that he was putting work before his health, that he was constantly exhausted, that his job demanded too much.
“I had a go at him and told him to sleep on the sofa, which was stupid because I really just wanted him around more,” the British beauty therapist told The Mirror.
The next morning, when she walked into the living room, she instantly knew something was wrong. Mikey hadn’t moved, his skin was grey and cold.
“I jumped back and ran out the room,” Murrell said. “I started screaming, ‘Your dad’s dead’, to my 14-year-old and ran into the street screaming ‘Mikey’s dead’.”
Then she blacked out. “It felt so surreal, I couldn’t process it. I didn’t feel like he was dead, I felt like he had left me.”