Back in 2011 a colleague shown me this phrase she had tattooed, it immediately struck a chord. The phrase takes many forms and many interpretations within any relationship…
I was shocked and sad to learn late Saturday evening my friend and fellow widow passed away on Friday whilst … More
Then… I’m taken completely by surprise as she pushes me up against the wall, drops to her knees, puts one hand around my bad leg and then starts tugging… gently at first and then longer, harder, deeper with each stroke… At this point the only thing going through my mind is ….
“I hope she doesn’t let go!”
What were you thinking? Take your mind out of the gutter! This isn’t Fifty Shades of Phsyio 😀 The therapist was using an oversized elastic band wrapped around the back of my knee and applying a force that the bad knee had to resist… I noticed that the band wasn’t securely wrapped around her hand, all that was going through my mind was if she let go, that’s
After 13 months since losing Janice to such an awful disease I’m finally granted bereavement counselling courtesy of the NHS. Its proven very difficult to access any services for bereavement when you actually need them!
Here’s my story…
Dealing with Bereavement especially when your wife is young is the hardest thing to cope with, dealing with a financial institution to close the accounts should not be this difficult.
It’s been 16 weeks or 112 days or 2,688 hours since losing my loving, gorgeous, caring, and witty wife. How have I been during that time? Total shock, denial, loss, emptiness, apathy towards life and devastation just doesn’t seem enough to describe how I am feeling.