It’s 11 months since my husband passed. Don’t know where the time has gone but it still feels like yesterday, it still hurts like yesterday. Yes people have said things will get easier, give it time, but what am i waiting for? things will never be the same again. I’ve busied myself this last year tidying up the house, recycling some stuff but mostly i can’t touch his things, they’re still his, it’s like i’m wsiting for him to walk through the door any minute. When it happened i asked my sister ‘what am i going to do without him?’ and she said ‘you’ll have a life!’. But i had a life before, a life that’s been stolen from us. I am alone, i have no children, no family that would ever understand and wouldn’t try to. I work every day, and put a different face on for people, just to make THEM happy, to see i’m doing ok, but nothing will be ok again.