My husband of 53 years died only 2 months ago. Everyone said how well I have coped, I just got on with things after he died and felt so calm at the funeral. Now, just this last weekend I have gone to pieces, for some reason on Saturday I just couldn't stop crying, I felt I had been hit by a truck, it came home to me, he won't ever be coming back. Obviously I knew this, but somehow it hadn't registered,I am crying now as I write this. This time of year gets me down at the best of times, the dark nights, all the Xmas adverts on TV. I have no children, and no friends really, we did everything together. I am dreading Christmas. I have acquaintances, but I have been putting on this brave face for them, I feel people will be fed up with me if I am being miserable. But perhaps I have been trying too hard to be brave. The future looks bleak to me
80th birthday present inspiration- please
The Corinthians women's football team film


