My soul-mate passed 11 days ago on the 17th. She collapsed on the 12th, her birthday, and didn’t regain consciousness so that’s the day I lost June.
Telling people is so hard, twice when people have asked how she is I just walked away.
We were married 45 years, real childhood sweethearts, met when we were 16 and there was never anyone else for either of us and there never will be.
I’m keeping busy arranging the funeral etc, but every so often it just hits me – I’ll never hear her voice again, although I do tell her I love her.
My younger brother died in March, and my mother passed away in May, now my beautiful June has gone.
She is my best friend, the person who bought joy to my life, the person I could do nothing with. To see anyone else I have to do something, talk etc.
The only reason I’m still here is our daughter who is suffering badly.
Waking up is bad, the mornings are grim, afternoons aren’t much fun, and I dread the evenings.
I promised her I wouldn’t cry today, failed again