They tell you it takes time , take it one day at a time.
They dont tell you a day is a long time , 24 hours , 1440 minutes , 86,400 seconds.
Every one of them is filled with memories of what you had and what youve lost.
Most days ive had stuff to sort , insurance , bank , pension ETC.
It's the days i have nothing to do that are the worst , every day we have some stuff to do , walk the dog , cook , wash up. Its the other 23 hours , 1380 minutes , 82'800 seconds.
Tomorrow i shall be busy , off to see the funeral director and florist , (wil post details on here) then lunch with my sister.
Tonight i went out for an hour to the local pub with Kev , who is the widower of Di,s friend Linda who died 6 weeks ago.
Not sure i shall go back to the same job , so at least i can dedicate some of my time to job hunting.
Love you all , please dont post saying give it time cos i might come and find you and slap you right up side your head , at the moment time is not my friend.
Bb