My DH died very suddenly just before Christmas. I’ve not been to sleep yet, tonight. I’m worrying about coping without him. He was a big strong, lovely man who more than pulled his weight in our relationship.
My outside lights have stopped working. The internet went off today and now the lights won’t work. That’s just one thing.
I spent a morning informing all the utilities. I made phone calls and filled in bereavement pages online. I have a long list of follow ups to tackle on Monday. The water company have ended my contract and sent a final bill. They’ve completely ignored the fact that I’m still living here, even though I made it clear on their bereavement form. I spent half an hour on the phone to my internet provider. I’ve had a letter from them addressed to me which says the bank account is still in my husband’s name. There’s more.
We haven’t seen the solicitor yet to start sorting his will, as they were closed over Christmas and the New Year.
Don’t get me started on the amount of stuff he’s left me to sort through. He was untidy and a bit of a hoarder.
I’m in a house that’s too big for me. I’m cold and miserable.