I’ve just been to see my boyfriend in the Chapel of Rest. I went in to do his hair, I shaved the sides of his head then french plaited his dreadlocks, one last plait for him. I sat with him stroked him, talked to him and cried for him.
It was the first time I’d seen him since he died on the 20th January. Nothing prepares you seeing a loved one laid out to rest. Before I saw him I kept expecting him to turn up, but now I’ve seen him I know that will never happen.
I felt a sense of peace once I’d seen him.
I miss him so so much. He didn’t deserve to die, I feel utterly lost, I don’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t want to leave him today, i could have stayed with him all day just stroking his hair…why is life so cruel?
He didn’t look like he should, his smile was all wrong, he had the most beautiful smile that showed his teeth. He was always happy, nothing fazed him and he was funny, he made friends everywhere he went, a real character.
One day at a time but today’s been tough x