Since that awful day in 2022 when I came home to find Robert had collapsed and died, life has been ****. The first year was a blur as I struggled to cope with the trauma of his sudden and unexpected death, the anguish of loss and my grief and the ‘death’ admin. The first three quarters of the second year were not any easier, and any attempt to look forward was hampered first by probate delays and then some unexpected family issues.
I was fortunate though as ever since that awful day I have been supported by some amazing people including friends, family and an incredible bereavement counsellor. Those who get traumatic grief and understand grief can be forever, usually because they are living with grief themselves, are life savers.
I am now in the early days of my third year of widowhood and it feels like I am carrying my grief extraordinarily well. I have begun to rebuild my emotional, mental and physical resilience and also have begun to both consider and discover what a life with grief and without Robert could look like. Consequently it is easier to sit with my grief, although there are still days and moments when it can be too much and I need to hibernate once more. Joy also remains fleeting even on the days when it appears I am smiling and am active with the blog and life.
I miss Robert and our life together so much; he was my soulmate and we had a good life.
The things people say
There are some things that do help and some that don’t
The unexpected side of grief
No wonder people have been said to have died of a broken heart
The life of B 