I realised that my grief was outstaying its welcome with other people. That's fair enough - nobody likes a whinger, so I changed my tune and kept my unhappiness inside.
Goodness that struck home with me! But I think that keeping my grief inside has contributed to my subsequent very poor health.
I sometimes feel that since widows begin to be virtually the norm after about 70 people just think "Oh, just another old lady living on her own" and fail to realise the impact of all that has gone before."
So we stay quiet and polish our bright exterior whilst crumbling inside.
Do You Have Any Strange Memories?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!
Getting pet hairs off furniture carpet etc,


