Today is the 4th anniversary of my brothers death. He died in a sudden, traumatic and horrific way. I can’t find the word to explain it. I was 18 weeks pregnant with our little boy.
I’m 37 weeks pregnant and have covid so I can’t spend any time with family - I don’t want to spread it around as it’s not a nice strain at all.
husband is working on call and then at the match later. MIL is going to pick up little one later so I can rest for an hour which will be greatly appreciated.
I feel so alone. We normally do something - go to the pub for a drink or 2 as a family. We are a very close family. I just want to cry, my emotions feel so raw today - it’s like I’m back there on that day.