I lost my soulmate very early Tues morning. So far, my days have been taken up with flowers, cards and a whole list of things to sort out (which I can't do most of them with no death certificate) I 've started to feel more tired and more hungry since his death but I cannot get past 4am! To be fair, it doesn't seem that important either to me. The bed is empty and I ache to just hold him a little longer. I'm wondering if I'll ever be me again. Well, I know I won't be me , but hopefully some kind of altered version at some point. He has only just had his 49th birthday 3 weeks ago and I, my 46th, 2 weeks before his. Feel so young to be planning his funeral. Life is so cruel and it certainly was to us 
