41 weeks have slipped by. I'm not sure how I have managed to survive but I appear to have done so - and survived probably best describes what I have done. People tell me that things do get better but this weight of sadness and loneliness just seems to drag me down all the time. I get moments when I feel as though I'm coping. Then grief crashes it's way in like an unwanted guest at a party. I miss you so much. Will there ever be any joy for me or am I destined to reflect and feel sad? Always? ☆♡☆ I Love you. Always ☆♡☆