My lovely Tom died last August. I feel worse now than I did back then. I’ve got a Tom shaped hole in my life and it’ll always be part of me. I have no family and the few friends I had all have their partners and their own lives. I’m not a joining groups or clubs kind of woman infact I’m independent and don’t mind being on my own. But it seems there’s a “limit”to grief. Until Christmas I had help from staff at the nursing home where Tom lived but that’s stopped abruptly. Now it seems I should move on/get over it. I feel abandoned and let down.