Why do I cry when I read Woodle’s post and those of other Grans who have suffered the awful loss of a loved one? Is it that we just so loved the one who died or is it the loneliness of being alone and the fear of dealing with life’s problems with nobody else you can share them with. My three children will never know how bereft I feel without my husband. He dies of malignant melanoma only 3 months after diagnosis. Everything is etched on my mind, the day he died and his funeral and the way I wanted to be alone that night when my children were there to comfort me. That awful loss happened in January 2009. I still cry and lots of things set me off. Just a piece of music or missing his soundness when dealing with financial stuff. He shopped and cooked and all I ever did was to be our social secretary to keep up with our friends and arrange interesting travel. Sorry to carry on but this is one place I know that people understand grief and so many of us suffer because someone we love has gone and cannot come back.
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