Hi folks. Sorry I've been a bit absent. There have been things going on about which I have been unable to post, so it felt disingenuous to give half a story.
I can now say that I have left my old job and have taken on a simpler role part time, which suits me well for the moment, although it leaves me with virtually no time for myself to get things done. Once ds2 goes to school in September, this should ease.
I have also had very little contact with some family members since Christmas and this has been difficult to deal with. The boys have been vaguely aware and I have tried to cover it up for the sake of their relationships with relatives who love them, if not me. It is very tiring to maintain this.
On Sunday, we held our charity event in dh's memory, to mark what would have been his 40th birthday last Tuesday. It began as a vague idea to raise money and keep me busy at a difficult time. It turned into a big charity fun day which involved a sponsored run/walk going on at the same time. I had a lot of help from a wonderful group of local friends and the whole village community really ran with the idea. Dh's colleagues also bought a lot of raffle tickets and provided a lot of tombola prizes etc.. Anyway, dh looked after the weather, as I had instructed, and we had an amazing day. So far, we have raised more than £7000 for Cardiac Risk in the Young (CRY) but money is still coming in. Now, I am somewhat worn, not least because I had to spend last Thursday night in hospital with ds2 having a sleep study and I only slept for two hours. I guess some 'come down' from the last few weeks was inevitable and today I have been really tearful for the first time in a long time.
Day to day, we are doing pretty well. The boys are being challenging, but I have no way of knowing how they would have been behaving if we were still a regular family with two parents. I've started a new reward system to try and get them back on the straight and narrow. Ds2 has started saying that he wants to go and be with Daddy, but I suspect that he really means he wants him back with us. I have merely said that we need ds2 here with ds1 and I for a long time to come, but I understand why he wants to see his daddy so much.
The biggest change that has happened so far this year is that I have become more involved with Widowed and Young (WAY). CommsWhizz, if I had one piece of advice for your friend, along with my condolences, it would be to join WAY. I meet up with other people in our situation regularly and there is always someone else up and on the facebook page at all times of night. (Their new website is nearly ready too). The boys are enjoying getting to know other children in a similar situation. We have a lot of fun and laughs, but if anyone is feeling sad, we all get it and the 'front' can be dropped for a while. My friends continue to be truly wonderful, but meeting up with people in the same situation is very supportive.
On Monday, ds1 will celebrate his 6th birthday. It will be the last 'first' since dh died, apart for the anniversary of his death on April 25th. I am definitely moving forward and feeling more able to cope on a day to day basis, but special occasions are still immensely difficult days, which must be endured.
Someone asked me recently if I thought the boys were over the worst. I laughed. Our journey is only just beginning. It is a rollercoaster ride every single day, and our emotions can change minute by minute and hour by hour. Just because we've been learning how to live this new, reconstructed life for 11 months does not mean that we have mastered it. Some days, I feel like I could take on the world and am full of energy. Some days, just getting through the day is still exhausting. When I wake, I have no way of knowing which kind of day I will face. (If the boys are jumping from a window sill as they were today before 6a.m, I have a fair idea..).
I feel extremely fortunate. I have met a lot of bereaved people in the last few months and have reflected on the fact that the manner of Dunc's death was the easiest it could be on the rest of us. He didn't become ill over months or years and he didn't collapse in front of us all. The shock of his sudden death was hard to bear, but it is fast becoming a blur. It is amazing what the brain does to help us to heal. I am also extremely fortunate to have fantastic friends who still go way beyond the normal bounds of friendship to support us (including my amazing MN friends). Of course, most of all, I am fortunate to have two gorgeous, lively, clever boys who get me out of bed, make me run around the park/over hills and dance madly every day. They wear me out, but they also pick me up when I am sad and they give me a reason to keep on keeping on. Little by little, we are doing just that.
I'm under no illusions. We will be dealing with the fall out from losing our invisible superhero forever, but we are finding ways of managing without him visibly by our sides because we have to do so. On the more difficult days, he seems to consistently send us rainbows (yes, it's our fault that we've had the wettest winter in years - but have you noticed all the rainbows?!) I hope that we are making him proud and I fully intend to keep on doing so.
Love to you all.