It's difficult to write this but maybe I will feel a bit better after doing it. My wife passed away in a hospice just as lockdown began in late March. We were soulmates we met 17 years ago in March we were married at Gretna green and honeymooned in the Lake District in a Mansion and it was beautiful. We were madly in love and had two beautiful children but my wife was very poorly so she went to the doctor 7 times in 3 months but he failed to recognise the symptoms of breast cancer. Eventually after several months it was diagnosed as secondary breast cancer and terminal. The children were 5 and 3 years old and I was running a taxi business. The diagnosis was 2 years at the best with chemotherapy and drugs.
From that day everything changed. I stopped working
to care for my wife and children.
Well that was almost 7 years ago now. My wife died 5 months ago and only 5 people were allowed at the grave and no church service. The children are now 12 and10 years old. We had Mother's Day just before my wife died then my daughters birthday 2 days after the funeral followed by my sons birthday 3 weeks later. We are still numb and time continues to run but our memories and pain stay the same. The children have been home since 15th March 2020 and today is late August I really can't believe how we have coped.
