Hello lovely people. Hope I can call you all that. Well, I will anyway because you all are.
I did go the gp and she was very kind and gave me 14 tablets. Took two last night. They obviously helped because dd said she and I were talking, she asked me a question, waited a few seconds for the answer, looked over at me when she didn't get one - and I had conked out.
Had some friends over last night - wasn't intentional that they came at the same time, but I'm so glad they did. We started on tea but progressed to gin and just had a lovely night reminiscing about M.
One friend remembered us being at dinner at their house, and me complimenting her grey walls. M said "What - fag ash grey?" He didn't mean to be insulting, and couldn't understand why I was kicking him under the table and pulling faces at him.
Another friend said she'd come to pick me up one day but I wasn't ready, so she and M were talking. He spoke to her about the breast cancer she had recently overcome and was asking questions about how she'd felt. Friend said that no man has ever ever done that, and she thought then that he was a special one.
Third friend kept getting texts from her dh while we were chatting. They were all about M, and he ended sending us a musical Ode to M! He's only just started learning to play the ukulele but I thought it was really poignant and touching of him to do that. Made me cry anyway. Think the others were trying to contain their giggling ...
The support and love coming our way is incredible - feel like we have a hidden army at our back. Coaches are being arranged to bring people from Headingly down to the funeral, people he worked with years since have been in touch, old school friends etc. I think if you added all the xmas cards we've received in the last ten years, we still would have more this week.
Dc have been amazing. Three of the four have written pieces to read at the funeral. They have been strong and supportive of me and each other. They have even tackled the washing machine and the hoover - nearly caused me a few health problems of my own seeing them doing that!
I'm finding the mornings especially hard, although this morning it was a whole nine minutes after I woke up before I started crying. Have made up for it since, mind. I keep wandering into rooms in the house and saying "Where are you? Where are you?" Ah well.