Today marks two years since DH had his stroke and I find it a really hard day to get through. It robbed him of everything and left him in the place he was most scared of, in bed, unable to speak or use the right side of his body, cognitively less able and, worst of all it meant his chemo and all further treatment had to stop. I find it really hard to get through this day, I find it as hard as the day he died. I laid in bed last night fighting the demons that mean I don't want to be here any more because I know it is just the anniversary talking but it is so hard sometimes.
The weather today is similar to the day the stroke happened too. I am going to go to his favourite place soon and lay a rose on the beach in his memory.