Activity or the lack of it...

This is what i am missing, activity, noise and movement…As i keep going back to my ( happy ) days when i lived in a three bed-roomed bricks and mortar house…what was suppose to be our forever home ( well it would have been if it had not been for my PP-MS diagnoses four years ago at age 64 ) we had myself, Richard, and our three darling and loves of my life dogs, my fur-babies…I am just remembering our house was once inside with three dogs moving about, in and out of the rooms, the back garden, usual everyday activity with things Richard once done or went to, his twice a week supermarket shop, his monthly market stall for his fresh fish, muscles, cockles, our twice a day dog walking…my do routine of feeding all three in our then small kitchen, well smaller than this kitchen in my now parkhome…We really do take our life for granted, it is only when we have lost our partner, our dogs we feel the loneliness, the emptiness of what once it had been…Oh yes i cry over not only the loss of my Richard everyday but also the losses of my three babies, my dogs…I still cant believe that once we was a thriving household and now one by one they have all gone and the only one left now is ME…they tell us that " all good things come to an end…" well yes, for me, they definitely have…To say i am missing that life is so so true…but we dont have any second chances of it nor can we bring it back…

Jackie…

Oh Jackie I so know what you mean my husband had his routine he got up made a cup of tea always asked if I wanted one, drunk half of it went up to the shop for his paper come back a drunk the rest of his tea while reading the paper, later he would walk the dog, then have his lunch read his books or watch the tell then walk the dog again before dinner,
Now the house is so quiet and still I’ve coming to relished I worked round his routine now he’s not here I’m so lost and just sit here looking at his empty chair

Take care xxxx

Linda…
…so sorry to read of the sudden loss of your hubby to that dreaded C word, i too lost all three of our-my fur-babies plus both parents to C***r when i was in my 20’s and 30’s…still is a word i hate saying…
Yes the chair, well i daily have to sit in the front room watching the television only to keep looking at the armchair i found my Richard had suddenly passed away in…then the dogs ashes boxes ad all dogs and Richards photographs, all are looking straight at me…
Yes the routines we so took for granted…now it is the emptiness, the loneliness, what i would give to go back to our old house back in Bedfordshire, to Richards everyday routine…the noise and the daily activity that once took place that we just took for granted…Even at the end of the day during our heat weather, Richard would get out the hose from the garage and water all the flowers and plants, the flower pots and front and back hanging basket,dog number two would always run indoors as he did not like the hose nor the watering can, this always got us laughing, now i have nothing to laugh at, life as i once knew it has all ended…everyone of them have gone from my life, forever…

Jackie…

Jackie
Yes we do take things for granted don’t we and I did take Roger for granted to which I so regret now I used to moan about him sitting in his chair reading or watching television and I was busy but oh how I would give anything to see him sitting there now and now I would give him a cupper and just smile
It must be so hard for you seeing your husband chair knowing that’s where you lost him I’m so sorry, Roger was very ill just before he died and spent a lot of time in his chair and that’s hard looking at his chair remembering the pain he was in,
The sadness in your post is what I feel too if you ever want to chat I’m here
I’m having a bad day today as I’m just about to take my dogs to the kennels as we’re off on holiday it’s times like this I need my Roger

You take care now xxxxxxx. Linda xx

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