We were married for fifty seven years. For fifty five we made our home in about thirty different places. Home was wherever we were together. For most of the last two years he was being cared for in other houses, Care Homes, where they could cope with the difficulties that I could not. I spent my days going through the motions of life without really feeling part of it, and spending as much time as I could with him. He died peacefully. I held his hand and kissed his nose. I don't think he knew it was me.
His unoccupied chair bothers me, even though he hasn't sat in it since March of last year. The quiet is quieter. Jokes are less funny. Food is less interesting.
Yesterday we said goodbye. Our two sons stood up and spoke the loving words we had prepared together for our good byes. Two grown men, both faltered slightly. He would have been so proud. We didn't want any gloom; that wasn't his style.
Today the sky is grey and it's drizzling. It feels right.
And now I must go on without him....there doesn't seem to be much point.
His unoccupied chair bothers me, even though he hasn't sat in it since March of last year. The quiet is quieter. Jokes are less funny. Food is less interesting.
Yesterday we said goodbye. Our two sons stood up and spoke the loving words we had prepared together for our good byes. Two grown men, both faltered slightly. He would have been so proud. We didn't want any gloom; that wasn't his style.
Today the sky is grey and it's drizzling. It feels right.
And now I must go on without him....there doesn't seem to be much point.
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