So many new names appearing every time I check in on you all, but still many familiar from many months ago. It is a year yesterday since my my darling man decided enough was enough. The whole family have such lovely memories of that time in our local hospice, laughter,tears, memories and surrounded by love.
So a year on , he who says time heals , he lies, you just function on a different level. I still cry everyday , yearn for his touch , the notion that you feel relief after caring for a loved one with this vile illness i argue is one we tell ourselves to cope with the inevitabable.
Those who remember me will know i try to give positive vibes, and the year has been that.
Our grandson continues to lighten our days, and the things he says and gets up to means Rog visits us every day! I have been so lucky in the love and support surrounding me, testament to the good man he was. My life is now filled with things i want to do, stewarding at our local theatres, enjoying the rock music we loved for free! Walking when and where , just returned from a month in aus and singapore, cruising the carribean with a girlfriend in march, U3A and singing and performing with Rock Choir. I have voowed all monies will be spent and just the house left , the family are actively supporting me in that!
A year ago whilst staying with Rog I heard the choir singing in the hospice, I vowed i would be there the next year singing and i was, ok girls either side holding my hand but belting out the tunes!,
For those still caring my love and best wishes to you, we all did and are still doing the most amazing job, against all the crap the system throws at you. Hold those around you tight.
My nephew decided that a bit of uncle rog should go into the Indian Ocean as it was his favourite place so on a sunny Dec day thats what we did.