Hello, I'm sitting in bed writing this, crying my eyes out. I lost my precious husband in August. He got diagnosed in February with bile duct cancer, which had spread to his liver and spine. He died at home with me and his two sons by his side. My sons live in Newcastle and Bristol and text/ring me often....both will be home for Christmas. My friends and family are brilliant, but I miss the quite times I had with Kev, just watching TV etc. The house is so big and quite.....I have the TV on constantly. I'm 60 next week and had given up work last year, before he was told he had cancer and we had so many plans....why does it happen to good people.....why!!!! The family are coming to me for Christmas....they'll be a house full and I know I'll have to put on my brave face, but I'm dreading it! Sorry for the rant. I just feel like I'm living in a dream and life will eventually return back to normal and then I give my head a shake and realise that this is my normal now and I have to get on with it....I just feel sad