Hi Everlong. No, I haven't been for any counselling but I'm not really a counselling person. I'm very lucky that I have a good circle of very supportive friends and I have a cry on their shoulders and talk things out if I need to. I don't think there's anything counselling could give me that they don't. If I ever felt that had changed, I think our Macmillan nurse would be my first contact. She came to see me a couple of times after DH died and I know I can go back to her any time I need to. I just don't feel I need it right now. In a strange way, I'm glad the grief hurts so much now. When DH first died, I hardly cried at all and just got on with coping but I sometimes felt guilty that I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would and that in some way that was a betrayal of DH. Now it really has hit me and, while it's bad, I know it's normal and it's something I will cope with.
The boys are doing really, really well. We talk about DH often and have many pictures of him around the house. They like to look at 'Daddy's star' every night and we have a special plant in the garden where DH's ashes are and we decorated that for Christmas. Every Sunday, we have Sunday dinner and we always say 'cheers' with our drinks. It's something we've always done and now they say 'cheers Daddy' to the empty chair which breaks my heart but it's something they came up with by themselves and it's obviously their way of remembering him. They're still sleeping in my bed, DS2 almost every night, DS1 about once a week but I'm happy with that. They'll stop when they're ready. They're still not very keen on me going out and, since DH died in August, I've only had two evenings out, both of those to school meetings which only lasted a couple of hours and which started after they went to bed. They're getting better, though, and I'm hoping to manage a couple more evenings out soon.