My protector husband Chris came along at a real low point in my life. We bumped into each other randomly and fate had a habit of making us keep doing so for the first few weeks, until we started dating
After many exciting adventures together abroad and at home, and with every Saturday being a lovely 'date night' we reached this weekend, when he went into hospital with a severed artery in his heart and did not survive at only 57 years of age.
The grief I feel is overwhelming and I can't go into our bedroom without crying in pain at his shoes, his ties, his glasses, everything still there.
I know it will take time, but I expect to see him coming in, the kids miss him, the dogs miss him and my world with him has ended/ I don't really know what to do