It’s a month yesterday that I lost my husband. I have just come back from a long walk around the beautiful parks that he loved so much. I thought the exercise would make me feel better as I’ve just been moping around since his funeral. It hasn’t. I feel 10 times worse. He should have been there with me enjoying listening to the birds singing and feeling the sun on his face. I feel guilty for going there without him as we’d planned to spend lots of time there once winter was over. I can’t believe how sad I feel now .
