Hello everyone. 13 months down the line from my lovely wife Lynn’s passing, lately I’ve been okay, not cried for weeks in fact best I have been.
So far so good until I visited the opticians for an eye test, the only shop open in view amongst a dystopian feeling deserted town.
Whilst waiting for my appointment quite out of the blue I felt an intense feeling of loneliness bringing on tears by the bucket, things improved little sitting in the opticians chair. In hindsight shouldn’t of gone. My trigger I recon was looking for Lynn out of habit, she’s not sitting by me, looked around, can’t see her anywhere? Does time make things easier to manage, I thought I was getting better.
Thank you for listening, just wanted to tell someone what happened.
Peter xx
