squirrels I don't in the least bit mind you posting on here, I don't consider it hijacking in the least. I'm only sorry that you too are going through this horrible process. Sending you love and support.
Chipping and daisy please don't apologise for the length of your messages, it just shows that you care enough to invest in the time and effort to capture your thoughts. I think it's so wonderful that complete strangers can reach out in this way - it makes me tearful, but in a good way. And also everything makes me tearful at the minute!
oxcat - thank you for your message, and I'm sorry for the loss of your Mum. I think getting away would be a nice idea but the logistics of it at the minute would be difficult. My two eldest would have to organize time off work, and the two youngest couldn't miss more school/college than they already have I don't think. But - we all went out for dinner to celebrate dd's 22nd birthday, 6 days before M died. And at that dinner, he said that he would like he and I to go to Rome so maybe that's something I can work towards in a few months.
I've not felt as bleak today as I did yesterday, that felt like a really low point. The dc have given me a lovely card and are making me dinner as I didn't want to go out anywhere. One of dd's friends managed to record all the speeches at the funeral. At the moment, we can only see the first 6 minutes of each speech (but this can apparently be sorted somehow when she and dd get together). I've been listening over and over again to them today - so glad we have them recorded. squirrels would this be something you would consider?
Tomorrow will be four weeks since M died, and also our 24th wedding anniversary. I fear it will be a bad day for me. I've been pretty good all day today but can feel myself getting tearful and panicky again just now. I have to get through the lovely dinner they're all preparing downstairs - in truth I feel sick and sad and heartbroken. That's sounds very melodramatic I know, but I do feel an actual physical pain. I hate this time of year when the seasons are changing - I actually think I have the opposite of SAD. I always feel unsettled by the turning of the year and the coming of the long days, and of course, right now, it all feel especially cruel.
I imagine tomorrow or the next day I will get a call to say M's ashes are ready for collection. It doesn't help to think this way but I can't help myself thinking that 24 years ago, on our wedding day, who knew that in 24 years time I'd be collecting his ashes. It still seems inconceivable to me that he's actually really gone - he was too big a presence and personality to be defeated by anything. People ask me if there is a significant place he would like his ashes to be scattered over. The truth of the matter is that as long as he was with me or the dc, he didn't care where he was. It wasn't the place that mattered to him, it was who he was with :(. I hate this so much.