Tomorrow is the anniversary of my husbands death- 12 years now. He was young, fit and healthy - he went to work and never came home. His heart just stopped - he died in front of his work colleagues. That day is forever etched on my mind - his boss coming to tell me he was ‘poorly’ in hospital - the drive there - me expecting to see him m having a moan in a hospital bed but to be met by a young nurse who said I’ll just get the doctor. Having to phone my 3 young adult sons an£ hearing their screams over the phone.
i feel I have coped over the last few years , I still miss him every day but we talk of him often - I miss the memories we never had and the fact I have grandchildren now and he never saw them. I have tried to travel for both of us……but it’s getting nearer midnight and I just know that tomorrow it hits me all over again as I relive it all. I have booked the day off work and will find things to do but everytime I look at the time - I just get flashbacks of …..at this time..
this happened.
writing this down has actually helped as most people won’t know the relevance of tomorrow. It’s just I get so overwhelmed and I can’t bear the thought of crying like I did on that day.