I am crashed out on the couch in my PJ's, with a hideous migraine. Sick tummy and all, although haven't actually thrown up yet. I shouldn't have gone to church, but I had to as I had taken what seemed to be every towel, teatowel, dish cloth and cleaning cloth the church possesses, home to wash last week, so needed to return them.
I'm in my PJ's, and full to the brim of tablets! Ciao!
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No sadder than anyone else who has lost their husband/wife theunknown. My daughter is wonderful - but she is young and has her own young, strong husband. My mother is also great - but she is elderly & getting frail and lost her own husband, my dad, years ago. So she understands, but no - William was the only one who, even in his dementia, right to the day he died, lit up when he saw me. He didn't know my name - but he knew me. Which is all the more lovely, because I was his second wife - his first wife died 25 years ago!