On Wednesday, less than 10 hours after arriving at the hospice my beloved wife left me and my 2 primary school kids. She was 44 and we had been together for 23 years.
I finally told the kids that they were about to lose their Mum. They have been amazing, I'm so proud, but i guess its a long road for them. The very worst thing that I have ever had to do in my life.
She was mostly asleep but her bed was placed by the fresh air and a beautiful song thrush sang its heart out for her.
She only woke up once but saw me, the kids, her parents, brother, sister and best freind then she fell asleep and never woke up again.
I'm broken beyond repair and don't know how the sun keeps coming up.
I'm keeping going for the kids and am lucky enough to be surrounded by love and support from so many family and friends but I just miss her so - I look around the house that we made together, that she made and I can't get my head around the fact that she has gone, I'm making arrangements for her celebration, but it feels like its someone else.
It's going to be a long, dark pathway.
