Three years ago today my husband went to wok and never came home. He had phoned me in the morning about something he had forgotten, we laughed and I said its a good job I love you. 2 hours later he walked across the wArehouse floor and literally dropped down dead - no warning anything. His boss came to say he had been taken to hospital that was all. It was like a crap tv series, I thought he would be sitting up in bed moaning that he was okay- I wasn't expecting a young doctor to take me to a room and say "I am so sorry........" My whole world caved in on me.
Time has moved on, my family and friends have been wonderful,I hZve a granddaughter that has missed out on having a granddad.
It's just that on this night, it all seems so fresh and raw- just been looking at photos and find it hard that I will never ever see him again. I just want him so much.