I am so very sorry to hear that you lost your husband this way. I feel really bad for you and your young son.
I lost my father during what I thought was a routine hospital stay, one week before my 11th birthday. All I can say is talk to him about his feelings if he will open up, if not try to get him to open up. Everyone grieves differently but know that was the turning point of my life. I reached out for comfort, but I was literally pushed away and was told to back off, because my mother was grieving and needed space and for me to be strong for her.
I felt so invisible when my father died. No one even noticed how badly I was taking it, and my mother was too wrapped up in her own pain to even talk to me or give me a hug or anything. I cried myself to sleep for months...3 years went by and the only comfort I could find to deal with my loss was going though some of my fathers things and holding onto his memory. I remember finding his last pack of cigarettes in a drawer, which included a half smoked one, so whenever I missed him I would take out that pack of smokes, stare at it and get lost in my grief. Then on the anniversary of his death, one week before my 14th birthday, I took those smokes outside and I proceeded to smoke the half smoked one, just so I could be close to him again and share what was his. Needless to say, I eventually ended up smoking his pack of stale cigarettes and became addicted. My mother was in her own world, who would even notice me?
I was devastated and still am...another birthday has just passed to remind me that he left me and I'm still alone. Can you imagine, 38 years later, I can still remember the pain, so you need to be aware and vigilant with your son. A sudden loss like this can be very traumatic to a child.
I knew my father suffered with asthma and emphysema and partial paralysis, due to a stroke the year I was born, but I really had no idea how bad it was, after all I was only 10 years old.
He was disabled and no longer able to work, so I helped him repair things and hold stuff for him while he fixed it. I actually loved spending time with him after school and I would go with him everywhere to help with errands. We were so close and I learned so much from him. Even though my brother was 14 months older than I am, he never hung out with our dad like I did, so I had a really tight bond with my father. He didn't seem too saddened by dad's death either, he just seemed to move on with his life, his friends, his projects and being a mama's boy.
I'm not sure I ever really dealt with that issue and this is the first time I have shared this story with anyone. I started crying uncontrollably while writing it....so I think it was a good thing to write to you about your son.
I'm so sorry about your loss, sue the hospital and don't ever give up on your son. Good luck to you.