My husband died on 20th June following a short illness. He was 72. We buried him yesterday. I just don’t know how to go on. I’m totally broken. We have four wonderful adult children but I want to be with my Frank. I just don’t see any point to anything and have never felt pain like this before. We met when I was 20 and he was 30. A whole lifetime of pure love and he made me laugh every day. Now he’s gone. I am popping diazepam to try to just sleep but feel even worse and can’t stop crying. I’m torturing myself watching videos of us. I can’t live by myself. I have no future without him
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Another Tired Kicking For The Sick And Disabled By Rishi
Do you still have all your own teeth?