It’s my birthday today, 47 years old and a widow. It’s my first birthday without my husband since I was 22. I stayed at my daughters house so I didn’t have to wake up alone, but somehow I just feel even more alone. I feel like I’m surrounded by happy couples and know that I will never have that again.
Missing my husband like crazy. He’d have brought me a cup of tea in bed, made a real fuss and then we’d have gone for a lovely winter walk. Birthdays just won’t be the same now.
My stepdaughter wants one of those bears too for our grandson so I’ll be doing. The same. My hubby loved a shirt or two (he has more clothes than me!) so I have plenty to choose from!
And I wish I could say the same about my hubby nodding in all the right places when I was rambling on. Sometimes he was good but generally if I’d gone on long enough he’d simply talk straight over me, his way of saying ‘I’m bored now’! Frustrating at the time but I’d give anything to have him interrupt me again! I loved everything about him, even the annoying bits ha ha 
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