I’m ok most of the time but I have strong memories which turn me into a sobbing wreck.
She’s passed now and there’s no chance to just pop along to the care home to see her at any time. We had a good friendship going that I thought would continue for a long time.
I remember when she first went into the care home I wanted her back so much that it would’ve been so easy to take her for a drive and bring her home. My heart aches for her wanting to be anywhere but the care home. But it would’ve been wrong but my emotions were so delicate that I really didn’t care.
I miss her so much at times that I cry “why you, why us?”. And there’s no answer to that. It just is.