Tomorrow will be 104 weeks since Colin died. The actual date is 5 April, but it was a Sunday when he rapidly deteriorated. The day before was a canny day. The weather was good and he sat by the window looking at the daffs in the garden for a while. None of us knew that was going to be the last time he would see it.
The daffodils have been plentiful again and I managed to cut the grass a couple of weeks ago, not quite to his standard
but at least it's been done with my toytown size lawnmower 
I just can't get the petrol one to start 
and am too impatient to wait for the lads to find the time 
2 years on and I still hate Sundays, going to bed on my own, getting up on my own and still cry on my own- though not as much or as often as I used to 
oh and overthinking too!
Bless you, l feel your pain as l know you do mine
. Who would imagine how deeply painful one day can be from another, l too had a better day today. Still really down but better than yesturday. 
