I lost my partner 15 days ago. He was older than me but we were together 18.5 years. I miss him a lot. We were told his cancer was terminal, I think I never wanted to believe it. I think he tried to protect me as I have my own health issues. I told him I loved him a lot and I that I was there. In a way I was lucky, read on... It never feels enough though? We skirted round subjects. I was with him at the end. I am not completely alone though I feel it a lot. It feels like a horrible dream. People say I am doing well. Not sure about that. I hate the mornings especially.