My husband passed away on the 13th February 7 1/2 months after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.
I have struggled the past month to I think even accept that he his gone. It feels like he will enter the room and everything will carry on as in the past.
I hate going to bed, but I do sleep. Then I hate waking up and he's not there.
I carry on day to day just on automatic. I don't currently work, I left work when my employer would not let me take Barry to hospital for an endoscopy.
Tomorrow when I collect the ashes, I wonder if the reality will sink in.
JayneJayne