It’s been 15 unbearable months since my beautiful Valen was ripped from me.
After Covid lockdown he continued to work from home, going to the London office once a week.
He would message me when he got off the train to say what he wanted me to get for his supper - “I’m off the train , can you put on a spud / soup / chilli”.
10 minutes later I’d go and stand at his office window (now my studio) and look for him coming down the road to open the door for him and receive and give my kiss, kiss, kiss (always 3).
At this time of year he would wear a head torch and look for that come bobbing down the road. It never failed to make me smile seeing that light.
So 2 days ago I was looking for some spare keys in his drawer where I’ve put that head torch.
That evening I nodded off on the sofa. When I woke it was dark as I hadn’t put any lights on yet.
I jumped up with a start and said out loud “Bl**dy hell, he’ll be back soon”. Looked at my phone and slightly worried he hadn’t sent a message to say he was either back or delayed.
Ran to the kitchen and put a potato in the microwave. Then went and stood at the office window looking for his light.
Then reality physically punched me in the gut. I doubled over and just wailed. I cried so much and so hard that I made myself sick.
He is never going to come bobbing along the road. He is never going to message me. He is never going to need that potato.
On top of all we have to cope with, this flip flopping of still not believing he has gone, of looking for him, shopping for him, turning to ask his opinion and the reality of his absence is just ……… I can’t find the words.
Its selfish of me, but I am grateful for this forum.
To be able to tell someone who knows this pain, understands it, is a lifeline
I hope you are feeling a bit brighter and the sickness is one of those quick bugs.
Jkee, hope you a bit better soon
Spring has always been my favourite season, but Im finding it hard this year. The daffs are plentiful, tulips in bud, Ive cleaned my greenhouse but I couldnt reach to change the bulb in our bedroom which went over a week ago. I had to wait for my daughter to stand on the bed. How silly is that? Tony would have a wry smile at my ineptitude to do simple things.
I can definitely feel a big sob coming on..
So many things we all seem to have in common , yet our stories are all different. I don't sleep well , often after finally dropping off an hour or two later I wake with a start. Usually reliving our last weeks together in nightmares and wake up with a start and a cry or curse. Even though i could see my Love slipping away ,I was in denial and he was too or pretending not to be. He rarely complained , and though I knew he was deteriorating , I thought I could make him better ,or as well as he would ever be. I never imagined he was actually gonna die and leave me . I have cried every day since he left. Some days it comes in waves and others I will cry from waking until going to bed. I am lost and alone despite having our youngest son staying here when not working. Our two sons have been supportive in their way , but they don't really understand . Their relationship was different . I get upset cooking and shopping . Thinking how he would have liked this or that . And end in floods of tears in the kitchen. I have to contain myself shopping but i can feel the anxiety coming up in waves and I have to get home. Counsellors say we aren't broken ..well I feel broken in two. He took a part of me , He was my better half . And to think I'm never going to see him again makes me feel devastated to put it mildly. I wish I could have done more to keep him here with me and I carry the guilt of letting him go. I feel like I let him die . I watched him take his last breath and I could do nothing. My sons think I'm selfish for still wanting him here , because he was suffering so much. They have accepted the loss of the Father .I can't accept the loss of my Husband . It's 10 months now and the 1st Xmas and New Year was bad. But April is going to be far worse with the Anniversaries and Birthdays without him. I'm dreading it . I can feel the Anxiety building . My Sisters tell me how to cope , but they are still with their Husbands . I won't be going to any celebrations , I can't stand that they are trying to jolly me along , they have no idea how excruciating it is to lose their Best friend . I don't want to see them Happy with their Partners when I am alone .
Hi breton
We all feel that pain here, I'm 5 months along but it still feels like yesterday in so many ways. Yes the grief your sons will feel is different, I had that conversation with my daughter this morning. As you say, its half of the person you were, gone and you have to relearn how to navigate the world with what feels like both hands tied behind your back. A world we don't want to have to navigate but we find ourselves here.
We are a supportive bunch here, we don't necessarily have answers because there aren't any but we can share and feel less alone.
MrsVT,
How are you doing ? Are you feeling any better ?
Thank you for asking Ghost, yes much better. I actually went to bed before midnight! The first time in nearly 18 months. And had a solid sleep.
Woke up this morning at 7. In the garden pruning and weeding at 8. Long walk at 9.
Then mums with my sister for some messing about with clay and we made her afternoon tea. It was a really lovely day.
And then the crash. Home to the new silence. No response to telling my beautiful Valen about our day. Tears of anger, frustration, fear and utter loss.
I wonder why I bother with trying to have a nice time if this happens every single time.
But I am glad we gave mum a nice day, I wouldn’t take that away from her.
And at least Jumanji is a distracting film, even if I have seen it about 20 times!
I guess I should expect these crashes by now and just go with it.
Hi Vicky
Nice to hear from you hope you are well I have not been coping well had a breakdown few months ago on medication and ptsd counselling helping really missing Simon still can't accept he is notoming home and the trauma of his death won't leave me. Feels lonely in the house hate it but my children keep me going but bad days then good where you think you are doing OK the wham back crying
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