I lost my husband and soul-mate on a freezing February evening in 2012.
It was sudden – he uttered his last words: “You’ve still got your socks on!”, then collapsed onto the pillow next to me.
The four pack of Guinness he had bought in anticipation of an evening’s TV viewing was still chilled on the kitchen bench when they came to take his body to the morgue.
I’ve survived one year and two months. I’ve created this blog as a space to record my life a year on from when he died.
Hey, what can I say, my counsellor thought it might help…
Thank you for reading.