My husband died of a heart attack when I was 43 and he was 45. That was 20 years ago. It was hard - four children aged 15-5, and no money! But the worse thing was that I didn't know who I was (I'd been with him Since I was 19 - so all my adult life - he was the other half of me). I missed him so much, still do. I made a lot of mistakes on my journey to find out who I was, and it took me about 4 years.
But I'm still here, and have a lovely life. No grandchildren as yet, but I have recently retired and got myself the most gorgeous puppy, who is much adored! (My grandchild substitute!)
I have a lot of good friends, just about all of whom are single too! And we help each other out, go on trips, holidays together.
But I still miss him. Sometimes it takes me by surprise and completely overwhelms me for a few hours. I have lovely memories though.
So it begins….. Streeting resigns


for you all.
) was tempted but had a bit of trifle late on and wasn't sure if it would mix, will hang around a little while see if anyone pops in (GN I mean not the house).