It’s the day after the funeral, the family has all go home and Simon has gone back to England and now I’m all alone again and have to get used to a life without Sandra. Going back to work next week and get back some normalcry. What with having to deal with everything this week it’s been a bit too hectic to actually realise how much emptier my life has become, so I’m not looking forward to that. It will be so strange not having to plan my weekends and evenings around visiting Sandra in hospital anymore.
Worse, I’ve had eight years to become used to living with somebody and I don’t know how to live alone anymore. The last two years don’t count, because obviously she was going to come back home at some point. The last time I was living on my own was still in a student flat with a shared kitchen. It’s not going to be easy…
Julie Ellis
November 11, 2011 at 6:20 pmIf you have some holiday time coming up, you’re always welcome here to re-enact the sofa/fluffy-handcuff photos I treasure of you and Peter…
BDR
November 11, 2011 at 8:15 pmPeace to you.
Menno
November 12, 2011 at 5:08 amWe cannot, of course, fill the hole that has appeared in your life, and nobody can. The best we can do is stand in front of the hole flapping our arms, which we’re perfectly happy to do.
It’s the bloody English Channel again. I’d be over otherwise. As it is, Internet will have to do.
Martin Wisse
November 12, 2011 at 5:14 amThanks anyway.
LarryE
November 12, 2011 at 3:08 pm“It’s not going to be easy…”
It never is. No way around that.
All I can offer is to urge you to remember that even though you may live alone, that doesn’t mean you are alone.
And take some comfort in the fact that yes, the pain will eventually go away – but the treasured memories never will.