| Registered Member poppy62 |
Last Activity: 03-09-2013 02:25 PM
About Me
- About poppy62
- City
- caerphilly
- State or Province
- mid glamorgan
- Country
- uk
- How has ALS/MND impacted you?
- My Hubby left the room on 18 Nov 2012
- When were you diagnosed?
- 05/2012
- Biography
- newly wed..last october (2011), second time round, four kids, three grandkids
- Occupation
- retired from caring for elderly with dementia,
- Interests
- time with my family, reading, film on tv,
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Signature
- Still One Day at a time...
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I came across a 3 minute clip on my old phone...
Hubby being sexy, trying to give me the come on, I'm giggling, and his voice is on there too..
oh joy, happy tears, sad tears, flowed and still flowing...but I am so chuffed...it's precious..
He is immortal...I love him so..and I miss him...
Hubby being sexy, trying to give me the come on, I'm giggling, and his voice is on there too..
oh joy, happy tears, sad tears, flowed and still flowing...but I am so chuffed...it's precious..
He is immortal...I love him so..and I miss him...
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Today I have been sorting out some of Clive's clothes..every shirt and t-shirt has a memory attached to it..I can picture him wearing these still..I remember where we bought them, how he paraded them for me when we got home..
I am keeping two all-time favourites..I found his deodorant too..I had to squirt it...Oh my lord..it was him..
Funny how smells work on your mind, it smelled so good..like he was here..only he wasn't, he was, but just in my memory..in my heart..
I have...
I am keeping two all-time favourites..I found his deodorant too..I had to squirt it...Oh my lord..it was him..
Funny how smells work on your mind, it smelled so good..like he was here..only he wasn't, he was, but just in my memory..in my heart..
I have...
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In approximately four hours it will be seven weeks since Clive passed on...
Days have dragged and dragged and dragged some more..night-time has been the worst time.
Yet look how quickly it is seven weeks already, almost two months..
Why does it hurt more now than it did then?
Does grief come to a peak and then subside?
Just how big will this peak get?
This is different to when my parents died, and to when my brother died..I feel like part of me has died..I...
Days have dragged and dragged and dragged some more..night-time has been the worst time.
Yet look how quickly it is seven weeks already, almost two months..
Why does it hurt more now than it did then?
Does grief come to a peak and then subside?
Just how big will this peak get?
This is different to when my parents died, and to when my brother died..I feel like part of me has died..I...
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The 'new year' is underway...
What's so new about it? It just feels like a continuation of the old year right now..and some before that even..
I am alone.
What to do?
Where to go?
Who will I become?
When will I stop bursting into tears?
I will never stop missing him..
I have just been reading my whole blog...
I look at his photos, at the changes in him, and it is only now I am really seeing what happened to him...if that makes sense?...
What's so new about it? It just feels like a continuation of the old year right now..and some before that even..
I am alone.
What to do?
Where to go?
Who will I become?
When will I stop bursting into tears?
I will never stop missing him..
I have just been reading my whole blog...
I look at his photos, at the changes in him, and it is only now I am really seeing what happened to him...if that makes sense?...
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Christmas Past...Clive and me
Christmas Present...me
Christmas Foreseeable Future...me
My outer shell is hardening up a little but inside remains a pile of mush...stirred by memories, little snippets, sudden thoughts, a smell, a photo, a piece of clothing, his pillow, certain songs...
and I am glad of these things...
I am so lonely for him...
Now what...
Christmas Present...me
Christmas Foreseeable Future...me
My outer shell is hardening up a little but inside remains a pile of mush...stirred by memories, little snippets, sudden thoughts, a smell, a photo, a piece of clothing, his pillow, certain songs...
and I am glad of these things...
I am so lonely for him...
Now what...
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