Foodie Feline
4 hours ago
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
It’s a week today since Ian’s funeral, and life is very slowly beginning to take form and shape. Nights are hard. Lying alone, trying to sleep, my mind begins to wander and I end up crying myself to sleep. Every night. And every morning the first thing I think about is Ian lying there in hospital suffering in silence, and I cry again.
But, life has to carry on, and each morning I get up at 7am and go to work, and do my best to carry on what he had built for me.
I miss him so much. I feel like a big chunk has been cut out from inside of me. It’s empty and it hurts, and I so desperately want him to walk through the door and smile his lovely smile and tell me everything will be ok.
MadPriest, I looked for you at the funeral but I couldn’t see you, partly because of the tears and partly because as soon as I left the chapel I was mobbed by sympathetic well wishers who were battling for hugs (still got a sore neck from all that). I so much wanted to thank you in person for coming along. To everyone else who posted such kind comments and emailed me their good wishes, thank you all. We really have got quite a close and caring community here, it makes the physical distances between us all seem so irrelevant.
And a huge thank you to everyone who so kindly donated to the International Sepsis Forum. If just one person benefits from our efforts and is saved from the sickness Ian suffered, if just one family is saved from the grieving and heartache that comes from losing someone so young, so soon, every tiny penny is worth it. As soon as I have all the monies in (and when I tot up how much was sent to the charity directly) I will let you know how much was raised in total.
Love and hugs to you all. x
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revLois Keen
You are in my daily prayers.
FWIW
jimB
Much love and prayers...
:hugs for you:
Blessings and love,
Mimi