It’s 200 weeks today since I lost the love of my life.
Death changes everything. Time changes nothing.
Alan,
I still miss the sound of your voice
The wisdom in your advice
The stories of your life
And just being in your presence.
So no, time changes nothing.
I still miss you just as much today as I did the day you died.
I just miss you so much.
xx
Totally agree Alone 1 and sadly i’m 300 weeks…In fact tomorrow was the date that Pete died so I’m not in a good place at the moment and every one I meet is so hyped up about Christmas. Just wish I could feel more festive instead of pretending I’m going to have a lovely time. Baa Humbug !! Seasons greeting to all and thinking of you.
Love Jenny
Jenny,
I feel just the same. Will be glad when the so called festivities are all over. Wear a false smile and pretend all is ok!
Every Sunday at around 4pm, I just sit and look at the clock and recall the dreaded phone call I received to say Alan Died. Sadly through that rotten Covid.
Take care.
Joan x
Dear Joan,
It must have been devaststing for you to receive that phone call and i imagine it could have been when relatives were not allowed to visit, It was a terrible time for so many families and friends.
My Aunty who will be 96 onChristmas Eve lost her husband in the same circumstances as you, a telephone call. Sadly for the month he was in she wasn’t allowed to visit him once so very sad as they had been married for 70 years,
I hope that at 4pm today you can picture one of the special days that you shared.
Love Jenny.
The more time passes the worse it seems to get. The scale of what happened just seems to keep growing, with grief expanding rather than getting smaller. Sorry to be a misery, just had a really bad week and can’t imagine how to get through this as its just relentlessly awful.
I am early in’ four weeks but to hear the more time passes the worse it seems to get’ sounds nothing but authentic to me. I am sorry you have had a really bad week Cab. Relentlessly awful just about describes it. Someone referred to recently, it’s like being in a your own movie’ that dis associative state really resonates
I wrote in my journal, death changes everything, time changes nothing’