My husband died last October from malignant melanoma (a very aggressive form of cancer). We were mates, had a lot of laughs together, and a bond of love so strong that I still feel him around me. We moved up to Shropshire 3 years ago, and so I am now at least 5 hours drive away from my family and loved ones, and I am desperate to move back to be near them. The evenings and nights are the worst - sitting indoors, having no-one to talk to except my cat - his passing has left a huge gap in my life I cannot hope to fill. I do go out sometimes with people I have met in this small community, they are all very nice and friendly but they have their own families and lives to lead and I cannot always afford to go out, I play the music that Phil loved, and it brings the tears but this makes me feel better when I've had a good cry
I hope to move back nearer my sons, and start afresh, go back to work, as I know Phil would have no patience with me giving up and getting depressed. I know that I will be able to cope better as time goes on, and I just want to let others in my situation know that time can be a good healer, and you will get through this!