My husband died nine weeks ago, three days after my birthday. He was 69. It would have been our 43rd wedding anniversary two weeks ago. He was our hero and my soulmate. He had a cancer diagnosis five years ago and showed amazing strength and positivity all the way, even when the cancer overwhelmed him. He stayed at home until the end which was what he wanted but I cannot forget about the last traumatic days and what the cancer did to him.
I have amazing support from my family, but my son and daughter have their own grief and I cannot always burden them with mine. My grief is so overwhelming and painful at times. Had a sleepover at my daughter’s last night, at grandkids request, which was lovely, but it is always so difficult when I return to an empty home. I try to think of all our happy memories and that I am so lucky with my family around me, but my heart is breaking and sometimes my tears seem never ending.
