The daft things that catch you by surprise

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I burst into tears on the phone today - speaking to the TVLicence people because the new tv licence came in the post with dhs name on it.
On the back of the letter it said you could change details online, but when I tried to change the name it said you had to have written permission from the licence holder......
I managed to get out the explanation, but then the lady on the phone started being nice to me and I just started crying.
So embarrassing

I still have the last text message my dad ever sent me, was a couple of days before he died, telling me he loves me. I treasure it

I am lucky enough to still have both my parents but I catch myself (probably too often) thinking about when they are no longer around & that's really tough. It's unimaginable & I don't know how people cope. So sorry for all your losses 😢

bigbluebus I am following on the same journey. DS died last month. after 22 years being a carer and in the last few years running almost a mini nhs ward in the home I am finding too that being an ex carer means nothing in our society.

That is lovely redglitter :) my Df rang us all when he wouldn't see any one and left messages thanking my two Dsis.Apparently he rang me too but I don't have a message as my voicemail wasn't set up.
Onedaft thing that I found upsetting and comforting was birdsong.
My lovely Df was bird watcher then became an avid photographer and spent hours setting up shots of red kites in flight.
It made me tearful to think the birds were carrying on singing without him...daft I know!!! Now I think perhaps one of them is him :)

Antiopa12 I'm so sorry your going through this too. On my mission to start a new chapter of my life I was looking around locally for courses I could do to acquire some employability skills. I was horrified to see it would cost me £360 to do because I'm not on benefits. Well that's because DH has a job and has supported our family all these years. No thanks from the Government for the 18 years I gave up my career then.Thankfully after a bit more searching I have found an organisation (ironically one which traditionally helped people with learning disabilities into work) who are running a Lottery funded course and who welcomed me with open arms when I told them of my circumstances and have said they will be able to offer me free courses in specific skill areas to help me fill gaps in my skills.

Found my self in Church today for the school harvest festival. It was the first time I had been into the Church since DDs funeral. The opening hymn was All Things Bright and Beautiful which we sang at DDs funeral service. I just about managed to hold it together and was glad I was wearing my specs to read the hymn sheet.

My dear dad died last month. I still send him wasap messages and have all his old texts he sent me.
I bizarrely was thinking about a scar he had the other day, then got really upset when I realised I would never see it again.
I've also got a short video of him singing at Xmas on my phone. It's torture to watch but I just do it to hear his voice
to everyone suffering

I was Googling some stuff about our dog's breed and came across a regional paper article with quite extended video footage of the breed owners' meeting and there was DH in the background with our pooch.

I hadn't thought of his body language since he died, and there it was. It was him.

I've just phoned his number to hear the voicemail message.