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..
"Sometimes life is hideous, other times it's worse!"
Keep him in-line!
"Sometimes life is hideous, other times it's worse!"
He is eating out of my hand! 
