This time last year we were on a lovely holiday in Corfu. 8 weeks after getting home my lovely husband of 41 years was dead. He died the day we buried my father. Yes. I am coping. You have to. what is the alternative? Well we know the answer to that - but it isn't really an option when there are 3 sons and 3 grandchildren who need their Nanny. Bittersweet as that may be. My family mean everything but I still feel that I am facing an abyss of loneliness. Yes I go out but I come home to an empty house which I hate. I feel old, ugly, unloved. No one has made me a cup of tea in bed in the morning for nearly a year. I never realised just how precious that was.
Aah! I could definitely stamp and shout at the moment!


