Well this is a late post! Not helped by the clocks just having leapt forward an hour. And I didn't get home until gone midnight.
Been to MIL's for dinner, cooked by SIL and with her husband, their two adult children and the new-ish partner of one of them who I've not met before (and who seemed a really lovely man, so happy for her. I told her so and she kind of glowed
. I glowed like that with John), and a family friend.
My amazing mum (bugger - it's Mothers Day now, and the card I got her today is downstairs unwritten) came over before I went and stayed here and is staying the night - so I didn't have to come home to an empty house, my boys are with their dad.
Really lovely evening with lots of laughter, and a few tears. John would have enjoyed it, and should have been there - which was bittersweet. I sat there at times thinking "he'd be rolling his eyes at that and sharing a glance with me". And that made me smile. I sat there at other times just wanting to cry - and did when they raised a glass, to him and then to me for how I'd loved him and cared for him.
I read a post a few weeks ago from Tunnocks about how she was having flashes of herself again, and when the boys and I were in the car this afternoon I definitely had a flash of feeling like myself again.
It's been a hard year, and a fucking awful last two months.
In reality I've been losing John in varying degrees for a year, and exponential so the last two months.
I've been carrying him for months both at work and at home, and I've been caring for him almost constantly for the last two months.
And it's been hard, so very very hard.
And now that's over, and I am relieved he isn't suffering any more, and I'm relieved for myself too.
I asked on this thread a few weeks ago if what came after was harder, and a very wise lady told me not harder just different.
I talked about John to my mum a bit when I got back. And while I'm finding it hard to get the words out at times, I've a smile in my heart as I say them. I've got a smile in my heart, and tears on my cheeks, as I write this.
I wonder if I'm still in shock, I seem to be functioning much better than I though I would. I'd not even allowed myself to think about after over the last few months because I would have fallen apart - and I couldn't fall apart, I had to look after John because he needed me. And now it is after, and I'm not falling apart, I don't think. Which is not to say I'm a normal fully functioning me. I'm so so sad, and I miss him with an ache deep inside me, and I've cried.
I talked to my mum about that too, and she said she'd wondered. But I don't think I am.
John cherished me, and I miss him dreadfully, but I had that with him and I wouldn't change having had that for anything.
Juan I was going to post on your thread after typing this, but I seem to have waffled somewhat, and it's now very late, so I'm just sending my love to you now.