I feel that if I move anything, then I am erasing him. I feel comfort in seeing his things, although they also make me weep.
I am into my fifth month, it is strange, I don’t really count the days and weeks, it makes me feel further away from him.
Father’s Day is going to be a real challenge. He was/is such a wonderful Dad. It breaks my heart.
I can understand how people can die of a broken heart. xx
I am glad the site is helping, it helps me too. There are some lovely people on here, all going through the same heartbreaking journey.
Goodnight xx
Goodnight Flints and i hope you manage Fathers day ok.i xxx
I hope I can too xx
I saw this poem by Margaret Mead the other day and thought it might bring some comfort to some.
Remember me
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So, as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity.
Remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, and your memories.
Of the times we loved and the times we cried.
The times we fought and the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never have gone.
Or, of course, she’s talking nonsense Cat. Don’t read anything into her claims other than that. It’s the start of a path you really don’t want to tread…
Never mind me. How are you?
Flints, I am now seeing a counsellor, 3 sessions in and I have cried through all so far. I simply cannot accept what has happened and find it impossible to enjoy and of the wonderful memories I have. I just want to hear his voice, cook us dinner, all the mundane everyday things we all do/did.
sending you '
I know what you are going throgh i am the same ,I’ve done bereavement counciling it helped me a bit .
I hope the sessions will help you, Aine.
Sometimes that need to hear his voice and feel his warmth become unbearable and so hard to accept, and it catches me unaware, and I just want to escape the sadness.
I am in bed, it’s that time again, when the longing for them to be beside us, becomes overwhelming.
I think it’s very difficult to make sense of it all, how did it happen, and why, and where are they now?
I’m sending you lots of love, stay strong xx
Very up and down to be honest Cat, currently more down. Everything seems totally pointless.
Stay strong and keep reaching out on here.
Sorry that you are feeling so down, things do seem pointless without the ones we have loved so much, and have now gone.
It’s hard to be optimistic, when you miss them so much.
Take care of yourself xx
Feeling exactly the same, miss the everyday routines we had, it all seems so unreal and incredibly unfair.
Flints
Another night waking up every hour. So tired of feeling this way.
When your heart is broken there seems no way of mending it.
Dreading Father’s Day. Going to cemetery with my son.
My Keith, my brother and my mum and dad are buried close together.
I wish I could be with them.
I’m going on Friday instead of Sunday.
I to miss all the little things we did together. Life loses its purpose.
I so wish I didn’t feel this way.
I get on with life and as much as I try so hard nothing seems to make me feel happy anymore.
Thanks for listening.
Take care.
How are you feeling today?
Goodmorning i am going out in 10 mins ok.
How are you doing ,i am not bad
Where are you off to?
They say grief is the price we pay for love. So, I guess I’ve got to pay for 51 years of love. Not a pleasant prospect.
Hope you are all managing to find ways of bearing the unbearable.
Morning Julia
Fathers Day is going to be so hard! I can’t bear thinking about it. The children have not mentioned it, maybe they are trying to block it out, I know they must be suffering deeply. I think they immerse themselves in work to keep their minds occupied.
Life does lose all purpose, I try to keep busy every day, sometimes I am manic, but then when I stop, that’s when the tears flow.
Some days I am so sick of it all, I wonder how to keep living, my Mum died at 86, that’s another twenty years for me, how on earth could I live without Mark for years, its unconceivable.
We did everything as a couple, I miss his humour, his smile, I even miss his moaning!
You take care, too. Sending love, xx
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