Sixteen years

In a few days' time it will be the sixteenth anniversary of Greg's death. Sixteen years. That is almost half of the time we were married together. On the day he died, I wondered how I would cope without him and couldn't envisage getting to a stage where I would have ever  coped through sixteen years. So much has happened since, either that he has missed himself or I have had to deal with. Just the general upkeep of the house and garden alone with major decisions to make on my own about what to get repaired or renovated and when, dealing with the finances and hiring tradesmen. Being able to discuss it with someone and share the problems made it so much easier when there was the two of us, although to be fair in his latter years he was so drunk, he left it all to me anyway. He missed out on our daughter leaving school, going to university, graduating, becoming a doctor, getting married. I was the one supporting her, financing her, visiting her. I even got the job of doing the Father

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