In so many ways he's been gone for quite a while anyway, so this new bleakness is a bit surprising.
It`s emptiness, a hole. Its new.
In so many ways he's been gone for quite a while anyway, so this new bleakness is a bit surprising.
I love what the nurse said to you about the aura round the chair. Whether we are spiritual or not, isn’t it true, that we can walk into some houses and feel at home, and others don’t feel the same? So ‘something’ makes it feel like that. And what a lovely thought, that a well loved and well used chair has something of our loved one in it? Like having a cuddle...nearly : (This is a dreadful time when we do not expect the grief that overtakes is when the final goodbyes have been said. Those who think that what we feel when losing our spouse to a care or nursing home is grief as if they had gone completely are wrong. It is nothing compared to the devastation felt at the final passing.
We think we have coped with the loss of companionship, awareness of who we are and what we have shared but we still can love them, care for them and support them. Now that has gone and we are not the same people. Not one of a couple but just one.
I feel for you and understand completely about the chair. I was already sitting in my husband’s when he was in hospital before he even entered the nursing home. I had a DVT six weeks after Dave died and a district nurse came daily to give me a heparin injection. She believed in spiritualism and she said there was a definite strong aura around that chair. Whether true or not, I found that comforting. I hope you find some comfort to support you through these so very sad times.xxx
This is a dreadful time when we do not expect the grief that overtakes is when the final goodbyes have been said. Those who think that what we feel when losing our spouse to a care or nursing home is grief as if they had gone completely are wrong. It is nothing compared to the devastation felt at the final passing.
We think we have coped with the loss of companionship, awareness of who we are and what we have shared but we still can love them, care for them and support them. Now that has gone and we are not the same people. Not one of a couple but just one.
I feel for you and understand completely about the chair. I was already sitting in my husband’s when he was in hospital before he even entered the nursing home. I had a DVT six weeks after Dave died and a district nurse came daily to give me a heparin injection. She believed in spiritualism and she said there was a definite strong aura around that chair. Whether true or not, I found that comforting. I hope you find some comfort to support you through these so very sad times.xxx
You are one of those rare people who can appreciate the good side of things.Sister in law in Canada, with dementia, was very poorly, but has recovered and has even smiled. She's always been so sweet natured.
Our younger son and his wife came over last evening and cooked a lovely dinner. And Rob's brother's wife is coming tomorrow to keep me company when I go back to hospital to be told what next. Feeling so fortunate to have lovely family, not everyone does.
Ooh Izzy, there you are, wide awake as ever! My clunk, as I put down the mug of tea, wasn't the same as Rob's, but the tea is comforting, and there's a hint of dawn on the horizon. I hope you can stay warm today. When we lived in Scotland we had no central heating, and I still think of Scotland as cold.I'm glad you have such good support Anne.
You are one of those rare people who can appreciate the good side of things.
So nice reading your posts.
I'm Italian and live in Italy. English is a foreign language for me. I have been studying it for ages, but I realize that the more I study, the less I think I know.Hello, Margherita, what a nice thing to say. Your English is so good, yet I think you said you're not a native speaker of English.
Is it warmer this morning than we are here? We had a white frost yesterday.
Years ago I had an Italian friend who thought she would make a pie for her Scottish husband. So she made pasta, thinking it was the same as our pastry. The pie was peculiar. We often laughed about it, and she learned how to make our soggy sort of pastry..He loved both, because she had tried so hard.I'm Italian and live in Italy. English is a foreign language for me. I have been studying it for ages, but I realize that the more I study, the less I think I know.
I learn someting new every day.
This morning I learned "to bleed radiators " from Amethyst's thread.
Yesterday a friend of mine who is a native speaker , defined his complete happiness "unalloyed".
Never heard such an adjective (or past participle?) before..
10 degrees here. So it is not cold.
It is going to be another sunny, rainless day.
Not a good thing.
It has rained three times since the end of May
When we lived in Scotland we had no central heating, and I still think of Scotland as cold.
Humm? Did you say "romantic"?i'd never thought about the expression to bleed radiators, but it does describe it perfectly.
I love to hear Italian, though have never learnt a word. But my favourite operas are those in Italian because it sounds so beautiful. No wonder English women fall in love with Italian men...Everything they say sounds romantic!