I am very new here but already I have had some lovely support. To day is hard I hate weekends my darling husband of 53years died on Sunday 14th April 2019, My family are always very busy and I don’t get to see them. I had a bad night lots of storms no sleep didn’t want to face today but have got myself out into my husbands lovely garden and with tears running down my face have forced myself to do weeding. Couple in house opposite died together last year I thought it very sad at the time but every time to look at the house now l feel envious that they had the courage to go together and wish l could have gone with my husband so tears still streaming down my face. Dose this ever get any easier. My husband was my soul mate a wonderful man so full of life. I push myself to get up every morning but all l want is to close my eyes and join him. not a good day. I know I’m not on my own as this site has shown me. sorry its such a ramble but it just seems to flood out.