A rest tonight for you book, my mum used to look after my boys when they were small and they have such a lovely relationship with her now, it's so nice to see.
Honestly Juan I feel like I want to fast forward through this phase, but know that I can't.
I miss him dreadfully, and there is just this enormous hole in my life where he was. I miss him coming into the house, finding me and giving me a kiss, I miss him looking after me - in words and deeds, I miss cuddling on the sofa with him and watching TV in the evenings, I miss sex with him, I miss his kindness and calming presence, I miss his smile and his smiling eyes, I miss his smell. Yeah, I miss him.
But I don't miss him all the time, I miss him in lots of moments and at lots of points but not constantly.
A massive part of me just wants to replace him - but that's not possible as I don't actually want a replacement I want John.
But, in a way, I've been here before - a different loss but when my ExH left it was like a bereavement, and one of choice because he chose not to be with me. John didn't chose to go, and he fought against it and didn't accept it until the last couple of months, and he kept loving me thorough out even when he couldn't really express it any more.
We didn't have it for long enough, just a few years before his diagnosis and less than a year after it. And it should have been longer, but we did have it, and I'm so very glad of that.
Ah, now I've made myself cry xx