DH died a year ago on the 27th and this weekend just feels like a mountain to get over. I know the 27th is Monday this year but it actually the Sunday that feels like more of a hurdle (he died on Sunday 27th). On this day last year he was still fairly OK, I mean I knew he was sick and I knew he was dying and I knew the end was coming but everyone was surprised at how quickly it came in the end. I was talking to the district nurse on the Saturday when she came to check his syringe driver and she thought he had a another week or two, she came to collect his morphine etc after he'd died and was so apologetic that she'd "got it so wrong".
I could just do with a bit of moral support to get through the next couple of days if anyone has any to spare.