He bought me those flowers two and a half weeks ago. I just can’t bear to throw them away…
It’s silly. I just sit here, staring at the front door, expecting him to walk in any minute. ‘Hello darling, how was your day?’ I mean, I know it won’t happen… but my mind doesn’t want to accept that.
The funeral was so strange… He had so many friends and was loved by so many people. None of them could be there, because of the virus. My parents and my father in law wanted to come and be there for me, but I told them not to. I can’t handle losing any more people. Not now.
He is… was an amazing husband. And he was so strong and fit, even when he went into the hospital.
Part of me doesn’t want to know. Part of me doesn’t want to understand that I will never see him again.
Part of me has died…