Hello all,
Its now almost three months since Keith passed away. My last post was just before his funeral when there was a discussion about sitting with the closed coffin, I did and found it hugely cathartic and a chance to say a final goodbye.
I get sad days and of course miss him still but my life (I,m 54) has to keep going and I am working part time and go out with friends.
Intermittently since he died I have had dreams that he has come back and is lyin next to me in bed. One time I think I woke crying as I dreamt I could touch and hold him again. Another time the joy of his return was tinged with anxiety , how I am going to care for him, the stair lift has gone , the hoists and all the myriad of equipment needed before he went into a home. Last night was the most unsettling as this time Keith asked where his clothes were and his books and dvd collection. ( I downsized these when he was in the home, if I had left it until he had died I know it would have been too overwhelming .)
Writing this I can see it is about guilt that my life continues, and if I am honest is pretty full, more than it has been for many years having cared for keith.
I just wondered whether I am the only oddbod to have such dreams or whether anyone else has any thoughts on the above?
Many thanks, gill
Its now almost three months since Keith passed away. My last post was just before his funeral when there was a discussion about sitting with the closed coffin, I did and found it hugely cathartic and a chance to say a final goodbye.
I get sad days and of course miss him still but my life (I,m 54) has to keep going and I am working part time and go out with friends.
Intermittently since he died I have had dreams that he has come back and is lyin next to me in bed. One time I think I woke crying as I dreamt I could touch and hold him again. Another time the joy of his return was tinged with anxiety , how I am going to care for him, the stair lift has gone , the hoists and all the myriad of equipment needed before he went into a home. Last night was the most unsettling as this time Keith asked where his clothes were and his books and dvd collection. ( I downsized these when he was in the home, if I had left it until he had died I know it would have been too overwhelming .)
Writing this I can see it is about guilt that my life continues, and if I am honest is pretty full, more than it has been for many years having cared for keith.
I just wondered whether I am the only oddbod to have such dreams or whether anyone else has any thoughts on the above?
Many thanks, gill