I lost my husband and best friend a little over a year ago to lung cancer. I had to watch my gorgeous hunk of a fella, hard working,,kind and generous to a fault, waste away to nothing,;where he couldn't, walk, breathe, eat , he could do nothing for himself. He was 56 when diagnosed and stayed with us for 8 months. I meet him when he was 7 and I was 5 at primary school and we ended up getting married at 16 with 2 beautiful daughters by the time I was 20. I don't think I can ever get over loosing him. I try everything for the sake of my daughters and 5 grandchildren but the feeling is always there, I am alone, my family is broken with one of the big main larger than life chactactors , the main stay is missing, like a missing piece of a jigsaw and I can't ever put it right, no ever. I feel like crying all the time and stay at home a lot so I can. My daughters and I are so close, but I can't talk to them as they told me it hurts them, so I pretend in front of my children and grandkids that I'm fine but inside I feel dead. To the world he was one person, but to me he was my whole world. Is anybody going through similar or has been I would love to hear from you, maybe give me a glimmer of hope, but for now I stand alone. Missing you bri xx