not depressed, just wallowing in grief. my husband is still alive, and i am enternally grateful for thast, but i still in the same hell as last year. we still havent moved on. just still in limbo.
dd3 spent the time today at the hospital walking up and down the transplant unit corridor. she is almost 17months old. her little life has been centred around the hospital. as has dd2+dd1. they havent had a normal life for so long now. around 20months in fact. thats over a third of dd2 life. and dd1 has started school, done reception etc all while daddy has been in hospital. i spend time taking so many pictures so he doesnt miss out, and now my camera is broken, and i just feel so much despair.
we are palnning for the fun run again, i so wanted Peter to take part this year, but thats so unlikely.
i honestly didnt belive last summer that peter would be alive now, but then a part of me belived he would be home and fixed by now.