It is a year ago tomorrow since Ric died. It is strange, I don't feel the overwhelming sadness that I maybe should.
I am.partly relieved that he didn't have to endure covid, relieved that he died more suddenly than we thought and the suffering stopped and relieved that I am no longer tearing myself in two trying to care for him, my children, our homes and work.
I went through the crying stage, keep busy stage, sort everything stage, missed him, anger and sadness but since I was able to scatter him and do all that, I have found peace and found myself.
It wasn't often a bed of roses until he was diagnosed and accepted other illnesses. It was of course in the beginning. Is this why I feel so flat about it all? I feel sort of guilty but then I can't grieve and cry forever. I think about him at times but not all the time!
Love and hugs Alison xxx
She's seen all my bits I'm not shy!! 
I think we have been most fortunate to have found each other, there is hope out there for all of us..
Keep him in-line!
He is eating out of my hand! 
