Yep I had problems with the site last night but must have been a blip its fine tonight.
Hubby,annoying as they are its more than normal to be rowing with grown up kids about the chores.My eldest makes me laugh she,s so particular now,much more than me,but I remember only too well the half eaten pizza in its box under the bed,etc,and the younger one I now can't help the smirk when she's telling her kids off for the mess,and she was worse than her sister.
I don't think orange juice is meant to be drunk by the gallon no wonder you couldn't sleep,I usually go for lime and soda,not so much sugar in that.I do know what you mean about the crying,shorter but more intense,I think its key moments counselling when of course you're focussing entirely on your grief,but arriving home knowing she isn't there.To be honest that has come back for me since losing the dog too.I tend to make a cup of tea then go straight out the back,even if its raining and I have to drink it in the porch.Don't know why it feels better,maybe adjusting to that transision.I think maybe you are wise to stay away from being on your own at the cemetery,Perhaps you could create a more positive space like Angela,a spot in the garden.Even just a seat and a large tub with her favourite flowers in.
Angela your spot sounds really lovely. I remember visiting somewhere in dalby forest with a view and finding a poem someone had written for her dad and laminated.,it was very moving,it had got half buried on the ground and the ribbon snapped so we walked back to the car to get some string to fix it,then we tied it to a branch on the tree I found it under.Hoping it was the right place.
Glad Billy enjoyed his birthday.
