I know my husband has passed, I remember that day very clearly. I remember the funeral. His ashes are still here with me …… so why do I struggle to believe it? Why do I sometimes believe that if I think about him hard enough he will suddenly walk through the door.
In my mind I relive conversations we might have had and each time I’m agreeing with him, eager to please, eager for him to be happy.
Then I realise it doesn’t matter what I think, it’s not going to change the reality.
It’s a bad day today.