Today something happened that I had been warned about by a friend.
I got up early to do a job in work. Then I drove to the depot and busied myself doing piffling little jobs till home time. I drove home stopping off to get a bit of fresh fruit on the way. I pulled up outside my house and a thought entered my head. I hadn't thought about Margaret at all for about six hours.
With that thought in my head I went into the house, sat down and promptly burst into tears. It felt like the worst bout of crying I have had so far.
As my friend put it 'Every hour of every day you will think about her and be upset, then one day you will realise you haven't thought about her for a while and the guilt will tear you apart'. He wasn't far wrong.
After an hour or so I calmed down a bit and carried on much as I have been the past few days but that really was a low point.