Dear all,
I read all your posts and everyone resonates in one way or another with my personal grief. Very shortly it will be one year since I lost the love of my life. My Anne. Married 50yrs.Yet when I see the hardships that so many of you good people are going through it breaks my heart. From my perspective, young men and women left to continue with jobs as best they can to support themselves and in other cases including caring and supporting their children through this horrendous time. I applaude every single one of you. What hero's you all are because of your strength and resolve to continue to survive against all the odds. For myself as an old bugger aged 74 I only have myself to cater for. OK. Great loving support from our two offspring in ways that are undescribable in their empathy. But the fact is when they leave I'm still living in a house that no longer has any life. The heart and soul of this house disappeared when my sweetheart passed over. And there have been dark moments when I'd planned to take my own life. But do you know why I couldnt carry that through? Because of the unconditional love Anne and I gave our to our two kids, and now they are both giving it to me back alone in my darkest hour. I'm so humbled. On a brighter note. Grief does get a wee bit easier to bare as time goes on. We all do get stronger. Yet the empty space in our hearts that can never be filled in its own unfathomable way supports us as we walk on. How strange is that?
Love and Light
Geoff x
