Everyone is banging on about my darling husband sending signs or they see signs from him.
They see sunflowers (his favourite flower) or butterflies (associated with me) or the number 14 (his lucky number - though not so lucky as he passed in hotel room number 14).
They say this shows he is all around us.
Well where is my bloody sign?
I have cried so hard today I have been physically sick.
I lie to those closet to me and say I’ve slept or eaten.
It’s his funeral Monday.
It’s to final.
I go see and talk to him every day. It calms me to see him looking so peaceful. He looks the healthiest he has for a month.
What am I going to do when I can’t go and see him and stroke his beautiful face and hold his beautiful hand any more?
I can’t do this without him. I don’t want to do this without him.
I want to get in the car and drive until I run out of petrol. But I need to have his pillow, clothes, gadgets and stuff in reach.
As before, this is a “release the turmoil and confusion” post with no response needed.
I know you feel the same.
I am so proud of you. Tucked up in bed, with hot water bottle and two quilts and doggy. So tired. Xxx
I was thinking about you today, I’m glad it went ok and you found some calmness. I’m dreading the funeral. I might see my doctor to see if anything will keep me calm. More cards came in today and I can’t even read them. I cried my eyes out trying to pick music. I hope you have a restful night, night night xx
You're not odd. I took a photo of my husband in his coffin too. I know it sounds morbid but he just looked so peaceful and lovely I just wanted one last picture of him to keep on my phone. None of my family know I did this and it's just for me. Some days when I think about him I bring this photo up on my phone and speak to him. I have put on here about `signs` of them being near and this still happens now and again and I feel he is still here somewhere watching over me. Each to their own and if what you did was what you wanted to do well why not?, Best Wishes to you moving forward.
Vicky xx
I picked up the flowers he had chosen himself for his last journey - a beautiful bunch of wildflowers with sunflowers.
He had left a note with the funeral parlour lady asking that the flowers be split up and I leave a few at his favourite locations. Some went back with my brother to Wales. Some to Yorkshire. The rest I will leave around our lovely walks and views.
Such a lovely idea, especially as he knew it will make me go to these places without him.
I made myself go to a local spot. Sat and had a little cry. Looked at the picture of him I carry in my bag. Had a little chat about what I could see. Left some flowers and walked home.
I actually felt quite calm and have had a pretty peaceful evening so far.
This morning, before getting the flowers, I had a full blown panic attack when I noticed his writing on our calendar for an appointment tomorrow.
Guess this is life now. A mixed bag of a day. Every day.
You are all amazing and so supportive.
I opened cards but never read them.... save that for a strong day. Not had one of those yet.
Sure the doctor can help.
Love and hugs xx
This was such a beautiful idea that your husband thought of regarding the flowers - - - that made you go out into nature’s most beautiful spots and have time to think and contemplate.
I went for a long walk in Kew Gardens the day after my husband’s death although sadly we had never gone there together.
So happy for you that the funeral your handsome man helped so much to organise brought peace and calm to you despite it’s sadness. He truly loved you. I can feel it in everything you say.
My husbands family in Ireland, are taking comfort in a little Robin that has been around since my husband passed.
I want a Robin, a feather, a butterfly..... its not fair.
I am approaching the first anniversary of the death of my wife. She was a keen gardener and, whenever she was working in our flower beds, a robin would generally appear, and would follow her around. She always used to whistle Elvis's 'Love Me Tender' to the bird when it showed up.
For me, now, the large garden we have just represents 'work.' In loving memory of my wife, I am determined to try to keep it in reasonable shape - but, whenever I am working in it, I just feel sad all the time: she ought to be there with me.
However, when I was working in the garden a couple of months ago, a robin appeared, and followed me around. I told myself that it was my wife.
I would love to have other 'signs' from my wife - but that hasn't really happened. However in the past couple of months, she has finally started to appear in my dreams from time to time. I find that a comfort. But, of course, when I wake up, I get hit by reality again.
I send my love and best wishes to everybody else in this horrible predicament.
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