My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

"It's in my honey, it's in my milk"

Sorrow - The National


  1. Your story moved me today, Grey Street is so appropriate, you are not alone. Only time will heal your grief, for now you must walk down Grey Street and you will only sometimes be able to see the colours. But it WILL become more colourful with time, as sure as night becomes day. Stay strong and look after the little ones that need you. God bless.

  2. Thank you Mac. Thanks for the encouragement. Your words "look after the little ones that need you" have been ringing in my ears over the last week, and I am trying harder to do my best for them.

  3. Just wanted to with you a very Merry Christmas and all the best for the new year. A new year brings new hope so hopefully Grey Street will fade into the distance next year. All the very best Mac.

  4. Thank you! You are so kind to think of me today.