Well this week on Wednesday it will be 15 weeks since my beloved husband Dave passed . I feel worse now than ever! I try to get by, then I come home and it’s like every single emotion just overwhelms me.
I’m caring for my terminally ill Mum, my dad who has dementia and trying to grieve and finding everything really really hard.
I walk into my my mums every morning with a feeling of dread, thinking how would I cope if I found her gone ( does that sound awful , I don’t mean it to) but that is what goes through my head .
I feel like I’m on a treadmill with no final destination in sight .
I so want my hubby to take me in his arms and say everything will be ok I’m here , like he used to but that’s not going to happen again, it so unfair…