It’s like a heavy backpack that you can’t take off. Sometimes you forget it’s there because you get used to it, but most of the time it drags you down, & you feel exhausted from carrying it around with you all day, every day. Grieving is exhausting. At least the sun’s out! 🌞
Sunny but cold in Oslo https://t.co/VeVdYl3hG0
Petter & I were going to Cape Town for Easter. I couldn’t face being there on my own, so I’m in our home, where we lived together in Norway. I found a new song “I want to be where you are” that was initially distressing, but that’s where I am now, here in Oslo. Thanks everyone
I’m on the bus home and it’s suddenly dawned on me, the last time I was single, my Mum was still alive. This is going to be a lonely journey.
@BurrJudith I’m so sorry Judith. Thank you for the advice xx
I’m finding “the first time since Petter’s death…” moments difficult. He loved M&S chocolate eclairs. Yesterday, I stood & stared at them, eventually plucked-up the courage to buy some, & I ate one, on my own, at home. Who knew eclairs could be such an emotional experience? 😢
A good meal with friends last night, talking about Petter, an early night & 8 hours sleep for the first time since he died, with no dreams that I can remember. It’s going to be a rollercoaster I’m sure, but I want to share the better times as well. Thanks everyone.
In a dream last night, we were talking. I told him I was so scared of losing him. Petter very rarely got upset, 3 times? One tear would roll down his cheek, he would brush it away with his hand & recover his composure. I wish I knew how he did that! Telling you helps. Thank you
We’re meeting for coffee on Saturday morning.
Going home on the bus, a guy calls out my name. He lost his partner in almost identical circumstances about a year ago. Cause of death unknown. It’s a small world, or this is more common than I thought?