I have gone back to having dreams again, although they are sad dreams they are not the nightmares I had for the first twelve months after Ray died. These dreams are gentler and I wake slowly from them, not with that sudden breaking away I used to with the nightmares. It is still frightening sometimes to wake up to a dark room and realise I have only been asleep for an hour or two not a week or two as it has seemed in the dream but apart from that it is okay.…Continue
I've been reading an article on Queen Victoria, who when her beloved consort Prince Albert died closed Parliament for five years, dressed herself in black and mourned for the rest of her life. I assume she had good and bad days after a while as we all do but she went on honouring her late husband by emphasizing her widowhood. Let's face it, if we did that we would be laughed out of town.
There doesn't seem to be a lot of ways in our society that we honour our widows. We do honour…Continue
"How are you doing?" so many kind people ask me that. "Okay," I reply,"a little sad sometimes." It is like describing the iceberg the Titanic hit as an ice block...something like the truth.
How am I really doing? Okay - as long as everything goes well. I can just get on with my life now, do the things that need doing. If I know I cannot do something I know now to get someone in to help. That is fine most of the time. Now I don't go to pieces any time there is a crisis, I do try…Continue