I was seconded for two years at Elgin and my family and I loved it.
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Bloody spellcheck Eglin.
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You have lost your (Elgin) Marbles, Ron!
Xx
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Yeah I dropped them over the Gulf of Mexico by mistake.
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It’s awful isn’t it Ron11………
Though I have to say half the time now I don’t know what day of the week it is! Days don’t really have any meaning anymore and every day is the same…….
This horrible process seems to be getting worse with every week……it will be a month on the 20th September since I lost my other half……I expected it to ease as the days went on……but it gets worse and from what other lovely people say on here you never really get over it but learn to live with it….
Well, life is a crock of shit at the moment then, and as I’m having a day when I feel very sorry for myself I will feel sorry for everybody else who is suffering here at the same time! We must all help each other …….hopefully there is some light at the end of this dark tunnel…….or we’re all doomed, Captain Mannering!
Sending hugs to all who are feeling low tonight……
Lisa x
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I can’t do spreadsheets. Wish I could
I know what you mean about being alone feeling familiar. Ob Friday I went to eat at a restaurant alone and realized it is my new normal now that my boyfriend passed. It’s a sad realization.
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It is isn’t it. It really unsettled me at the time.
Sending you a big hug,
Rose xx
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I know how you feel Suz53 I feel the same it was the second Sunday for me and I was very tearful in the morning, my world just collapsed on me and I couldn’t stop the tears. It is early days yet for me but it is so painful, I feel lost and so alone, time means nothing anymore.
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It’s tough to adjust to a new strange routine, I keep expecting Figen to call me in our apartment, she was confined to bed in her last days of life due to cancer. It’s bloody hard to cope with not seeing her. I hope you have a few peaceful moments in your day.
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Hi, i lost my husband , only 46. Diagnosed in jan 2023, with less than 12 months predicted . He passed at 8 months later in Aug. I had already had these months off work to care for him… i returned this september. So a year and a half later . I have cut my 4 days teaching to 2 days only. Financially hard but feel our teenage son needs me also to be around, at hime and not getting home late every night.
So so so hard. Miss my husband so much it hurts. I guess im still in denial . Getting back for just 2 days i think has given me a little start on being back in the world . I am trading gently. Thats all we can do tread gently. No apologies, just taking it slowly slowly. Not healing, just managing to ride the waves, quietly . Sending blessings of comfort xxx
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Hi @Lindi
I’m so sorry for your loss.
We’re all here to listen to and support each other.
We all understand, we’re all going through it too.
Please keep posting, it really does help
Love and higs
X x
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We skipped xmas last year as i couldnt cope with the thought of it. We went to thailand. Krabi and did lots of day trips. Was one big huge distraction and we loved it.
Sadly, does mean you still carry it all inside no matter where you are and especially when you come back home, but was good to have distractions.
Take care. Slowly slowly slowly… taking each day slowly. All we can do. X
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My brother comes to visit fairly regularly but it depends on my SIL health. She has terminal ovarian cancer. The chemo has been keeping her feeling quite well, but she is just about to start a new regime. 3 weeks on and 1 off. My SIL on my husbands side rings me most weeks but they dont travel on motorways anymore. They live near Manchester and couldn’t even make the funeral as it would have taken over 9 hours for them to get somewhere in Somerset but did watch on line. My other BIL and SIL visited a couple of times in the first year but not this year at all. They have very busy lives and live near Stanstead so another long drive. It does get lonely.
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For me it’s Friday. Right now. Facing weekend alone.
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My youngest son, 31 calls in occasionally. My daughter is working in Scotland. She lives in Cheltenham. My eldest son has just driven across Kashmir on a motorbike. He was home for a day and now in Panama. He lives in Essex. I live a very lonely life in South Wales. This doesn’t feel my life, sadly it is!
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Hi, yes you’ve said it - so trivial yet so deep, powerful and cutting, ‘holding hands’. The simplest acts, gestures, signs are often the deepest. Out and about I see couples holding hands . . . And I am crushed; my beloved and beautiful partner, together for years and years . . . Gone. Sitting together in the little gazebo, tea, scones, jam and cream, white clouds lazily on their way, blue sky above, immersed in life, wanting nothing more. But deep below those moments of perfection a vague unease of the price that would have to be paid. And so it is, for she is gone . . . . O weep for Anne, she is no more . . . . This is tough. Now I sit by her grave, the gazebo awaits, no more scones. ‘The moving finger writes . . .’ And the suffering. A trivial price to pay for the richnesses of a life together. O Death, I laugh in your face, ’ Where is thy sting . . . ’ For love is stronger than death.
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So very sorry.
Sending a very big hug.
Rose x
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Thanks - that’s Good.
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Yet another Sunday comes tomorrow. 7 weeks tomorrow when I cuddled my Nan as she died. The Sunday morning thing hurts so bad and is something that each one seems to show up as another week of being without someone so very special. And the pain isn’t getting easier, it’s getting harder and the want to hear my Nan and be with her seems to hurt more on each one.
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