Been six months today that I became a widower. I lost my wife Balbir aged 49, a caring, warm loving person.
She was born that way and it’s always the good ones who go first, polite, smiling and laughing making the most of any situation adhered .
I miss her so much, so that each day I talk too her daily through out each day seeking her help, understanding so that my kids and I can get through another day.
I pound the pavements every night just wondering, talking to Bal, crying etc.
It helps and now six months on its seems harder to cope, missing her voice, laughter, presence in our house.
Our house is a lonely place with no joy, just a eerie silence as we sit in different room, not watched TV nor bought a newspaper , my life is on hold since that day.
Just to say thank you Bal for 23 years of togetherness.
You where unique and I want you to come for me soon,as promised so that we can be a couple again, live life again together.
Words cannot express what you meant to us.