My husband died on 14th November and although I have my good and bad days I am coming slowly to terms with it. The problems I am now having relate ' to being own my own'. Last night I had a financial adviser round and although money isn't a problem at the moment as I am still working the problem will be when I retire. Also I am having problems with my electrics. Steve would have sorted it straight away and my brother, god bless him, did try but it looks like I will have to call out an electrician. Not a big problem some might say but when you have had someone fixing these problems for 37 years I feel it is. There are other things I have to get to grip with- like where are all the time switches? especially those for the garden lights and everthing else that he used to do and I never got involved with. Gosh how I reget it now. Still are they really important? I read a lovely poem in the paper today and I would like to share it with you.
If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
Love and hugs Stacey xxx
