Tomorrow marks 7 days since my darling was stolen from us by cancer. The longest week I have ever lived through, rattling round a large empty house, each room filled with memories.
Today was the undertaker and registrar. In a sick twist of humour I was to register her death in the same room we had 30 years ago said our vows.
Now reality crashes home, banks and companies to contact. I can grieve but the world doesn't stop. I can feel empty, alone.and cursed, but the world goes on.
Today it dawned on me, the three dogs we had, our family, might be beyond the capacity of my income. I work 12 hours days and a dog minder has been exercising them. But now that might be a service I.can no longer afford. I promised my darling I'd look after the dogs... A week on and a promise made by her bedside is proving hard to keep.
Life is lonely now but they have been my life boat in trouble times..and this is how I repay them.
I have let my darling down so quickly and that hurts. The loneliness hurts and the half of my soul that's died hurts. Life can only ever get worse, a lesson i am learning a new each dreadful day.
Tof
The first time I saw your face is a lovely song 
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Just says it will last til the end of time
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That's what we thought.
So not for us.
But we did have true love 
during the years we shared...
Somehow need to believe they are still watching over us. I'd like to think that
