Elveral My Dad died when my mum was 48. She had two children twins, my Docsis and her brother, aged 14 at home (me and my otters sis were at Uni.
She actually went into MHospital for 6 weeks with the grief, but when she came out she said it was having to be there for my twin sis and brother that got her through, and having to go to work (teaching) I don’t know if that rings true for you or not.
It helps that its warm, these evenings were the light lasts a long time
I hope so xx
I’m glad you went for your hair, Doodle. I think, looking back on my recovery, that looking that bit better helped me face the world. It may or may not be like that for you. Ah, the grief that settles like a black cloud. Well done for getting through to the evening. Yes, DH would have wanted you to be strong, but also to care for yourself. Course you feel angry. Something has been taken away from you big time.
Aw Ellie Anne I’m sad it’s a bad week for you. It cant help that you have worries about your Son 1 and his financial troubles. It’s good that you can help them out, but clearly there is a “gap”. You can only do so much, but what matters is that you care, not given up on caring.
What has stopped? Is it your choice, or just the way things have happened? Keep on with the walks tho. I stopped walking. It’s not good. So award yourself points for struggling to thwart walk and cafe, where you can “people watch”. I know thats a mixed blessing -ie comparing oneself.
I’ve had a pottering evening, I thought I was too tired but started just pottering sorting out little things, never pushing, so feel achievements.
Everything is so suddenly alive, I want to get this and that done that I’d put off for 2 years.
I know, moderate it, but little achievements help a lot.
I lose my sense of time, I look up at the clock and its suddenly 1.30am!