I think the time has come for my beloved Spike. He collapsed this morning and since then I have just been holding him. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain or distress and he hates the vet so I will just cuddle him for as long as he lasts.
Goodbye my boy. It turns out the seizures were heart problems and I held him as the vet euthanised him. It was peaceful. He is now with his master - I hope the sun shines on them both
I am returning to work tomorrow after my world crumpled around me. I have shared these tips with my friends in the office. It feels weird suggesting how people should behave around me but I want to avoid awkwardness.
My late husband did all the cooking so making a lasagne was a big deal for me. It may not look great but I am hoping it is edible. Thank heavens for internet recipes
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Andy was cremated this morning. He didn’t want a ceremony so I spent the time looking through photos. It made me realise how lucky I am to have had him at the centre of my life. This one from early 80s when we lived on a tiny boat with no standing headroom. I’d do it all again
I am 61 and looked in the mirror and noticed that most of my wrinkles are round my mouth from a lifetime of smiling & laughing. That was a life well lived. Still smiling through the tears wearing Andy’s old bathrobe.
After making an edible lasagne I have given cottage pie a go. I think I may have made too much for my new solo life. At least I can put some portions in the freezer!
12 months ago my desperately ill husband came home for the final time. I didn’t know then that we had just 9 days left of our long life together. I am so glad we had that time at home with our little dog Spike (also now gone). Appreciate the small things as they really do matter
Thank you to everyone for your concern for my little aged dog. He has been for a couple of mini walks; eaten his meals plus some treats & is now snoozing next to me on the sofa. He will be going to the vet when they open but for now we can are just enjoying our time together.
The knitting is becoming a bit obsessional. I am nearly a month into widowhood and I find colour & warmth provide comfort. I would much rather be the wild child my husband fell in love with but maybe this is the new me?
Back to my
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show tomorrow. In Aug I was looking forward to a week’s leave - little did I know that I wouldn’t return until November and then it would be as a widow. On air 10am to 2pm if anyone fancies some chat and music. Time to get work head screwed on.
Found another love note this morning, deep in the recesses of my wallet. I was so bloody lucky to have a strong, tough yet romantic husband. Crying buckets again.
Sorting out clothes - found one of Andy’s knackered old sweatshirts covered in paint, Sikaflex & stuff. Burst into tears and tried to smell him in the fabric but I couldn’t. I won’t part with it - putting it on is the closest I can get to his hug.
Like most widows, certain days hit you hard. Today would have been Andy’s birthday, yesterday was the 50th anniversary of the day we met. I cry because I loved and without that what would be the point of life?
Came home to this… with love from Andy 6 months after he sailed beyond. Delivered via our daughter Charlie
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. The love remains strong and I smile as I weep.
12 months ago today we were assing about on the beach. This pic brings the sad/happy feels. I have new theory about grief - it is like weather. Grief does what it does and you can’t stop it… sometimes it is fine, sometimes rough. All you can do is learn to cope with its moods.
When life is tough a dog can get you through. He gives me a reason to get up, get out & keep going. At 16 and a half I know our time together is limited but I will cross that bridge when I come to it. For now thank you Spike.
At work with my emotional support dog. Back on air in the coming days but for now behind the scenes. Thanks to everyone who has been so kind.
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Got guests coming tonight - put on clean bedding but still refuse to iron it! No one ever died from sleeping in crumpled linen and I am feeling my old rebellious nature creep back in.
No wonder I fell in love for a lifetime. Isle of Man TT 1980. Never a snappy dresser but always a good heart. Nearly 6 months without him & I miss him every day.
I miss this man so much. Here is Andy with the biggest & smallest boats he built solo. The big one carried us safely across oceans; the little one was a cradle for our grandson. I was so lucky to have had him in my life.
Went into Andy’s workshop for the first time since I lost him. Felt his absence so deeply - seeing the tools he used to create boats since he was a 14 year old apprentice.
Painting the fence makes me feel more alone. Andy used to start at one end and I’d start at the other. He’d normally pass the half way mark before I got there. He’d usually finish the job while I was at work. That fence seems a hell of a lot longer than it used to.
I haven’t posted much about the widow thing recently but this weekend marks 6 months since I lost Andy. I’ve been reflecting on it all & these are my conclusions.
Morning coffee by the beach. My last visit to Falmouth broke me with memories - this time I thought of all the good years we had there and felt Andy’s presence rather than his absence.
Deliberately chose not to go visiting friends today to start learning how to be alone. It has actually been quite mellow - I feel as if Andy is here as I watch TV, knit and generally potter about.
Lots of weeping this morning so decided to do something new and made my first pie with fish and prawns from the freezer. Andy would be proud but he’d still do a better job that I can.
My reflection on life right now. True love is not about flowers or diamond rings, big weddings or Hollywood endings. True love is emptying bedpans; holding a hand to try to quell the pain and sharing memories of adventures shared.
I haven't seen this pic in ages and I can now look at it with joy thinking of the adventures we had. Yes, the eyes are leaking a bit but I can celebrate the love, fun and adventure rather than the loss.
Enough gloom and doom from me for one day. Looking through old photos brought pain and joy - this one put the biggest smile on my face. This is how Andy should be remembered.
I am not sure what I believe happens to you when you die but it's a nice thought to think Andy and Spike are somewhere on a sunny beach together waiting for me.
Spike update - he was wobbly when he tried to walk so we have wrapped him in a blanket and he is snoozing between
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& me. He is not himself but calm.
12 months ago today I lost the love of my life. It still hurts like hell but I am learning how to live - alone but not lonely; supported by kindness which is love of a different kind. These are my reflections on a year as a widow.
He’s home with the glass of rum
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promised him on his return. One day my ashes (and the dog’s) will join his and we drift away from a paradise anchorage to whatever awaits the voyagers who sail beyond.
Every year at mid-summer he would say “it’s all downhill to winter now” and I would say the reverse on the winter solstice. He loved the sun & the warmth and I hope the turning of the seasons brings new life to my sad, grey world.
I can now look at pictures like these and feel gratitude for having had this amazing man in my life for 48 years. I hope that if there is a heaven, his involves sailing in the tropics in a steady wind with a beer or rum close to hand.
A life lesson - one woman was fatter, happier & wilder; the other is slimmer; sadder & more anxious. Be careful what you wish for - maybe what you really want is what you already have.
A bitter sweet moment. I’ve donated Andy’s last incomplete boat building project to a local Men in Sheds group. It is sad to know my husband will never row or sail her but good to know that she will be finished.
I am NOT a gardener but someone’s got to do it and it hasn’t been touched in months. I have started by chopping off brambles and filled a whole garden waste bin with them. A good distraction on the day that marks 5 months since my soul mate slipped away.
Day One back at
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complete. My new assistant managed to scrounge a lot of biscuit & we are both knackered now. Thanks to lovely colleagues for welcoming & supporting us both.
What could be more ancient than the widow stacking logs originally cut by her husband? Seasoned and very different to the original tree. A bit like the new solo me.
Having a weepy morning - the blubbing became worse reading one of Andy’s oft quoted lines of poetry.
“There’s a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.”
I was looking for something in my wallet and found this. An echo of an amazing love. He may have stopped breathing but I will never stop loving him until my breath stops too.
Started feeling ill yesterday evening - my son was here & brought me water, etc but I felt indescribably lonely not having Andy around to comfort me. I must stop feeling sorry for myself.
My husband is due home this evening before his treatment for myeloma begins next week. I am part overjoyed and part terrified of the responsibility of caring for a much loved man in pain and with very limited mobility. I can do this… I can do this…
Modern tech is wonderful but those memories that pop up randomly just melt my soul. At the time I never appreciated how magical a row to the beach to take the dog ashore for a wee could be. If you are lucky enough, savour the small moments together.
Hanging out with my little buddy in the sunshine. Taking each day as it comes and trying to find solace in the good stuff. Not quite ready to return to
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yet as pretty fragile but I am getting stronger and I will be back.
I bought my daughter
@Skenterly
some watercolour paints for Christmas. She hasn’t used watercolours since she was in primary school. I am so impressed by her first efforts.
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Here’s a weird thing. When Andy was in hospital in London I picked up a book at the book swap and found this ticket. The boat we built ourselves & travelled the world in was called Blue Iguana. The rare reptiles are native to the Cayman Islands. What are the odds?
My first Christmas as a widow is a celebration of a life on the sea.
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made a shell angel for the top of the tree. Andy wasn’t a big fan of Christmas but he would approve of this.
I miss my practical romantic. A man who could fix stuff and who would dive into the sea to pick up a floating rose for you. And funny… so, so funny. Life without him lacks flavour.
I crashed pretty hard today and have decided to go for full on cosy mode - tucked up with the latest
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(I needed a good yarn) and lit the fire. This bereavement lark is a damn tough road.
This was happy - sailing in a good breeze in the boat we built together. It makes my eyes water and my heart sing to remember this day. Make your memories while you can.
8 years ago my lost love gave me a boat he built me. We called her Socks because we thought it was funny to say I got Socks for Christmas. Today I will be on
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from 10am to 1pm - if you want to share some stories give me a ring - 0808 100 1039
Weird thing - do people still use soup spoons? I've been visiting a friend who thinks they are becoming extinct - even in restaurants. (She is a stickler for soup spoons). What do you reckon??
My voyages are smaller; my horizons are closer and I am finding my way one small step at a time. Navigating my new small world is still the biggest challenge I have ever faced. I have always steered by Andy’s compass - now I need to find my own course.
My husband has been moved from high dependency ward back to normal ward which I will take as good news right now. A lot of pain but we are together which is the best thing.
Mum would have been 93 today. She died in 2015 and the dementia had taken so much from her before that. Now I am talking to her again - if I can talk to my late husband, I can have a one sided chat with mum.
Remembering my mum who died 7 years ago today. She was a beautiful soul brought low by dementia so the end was a relief but here she is with my dad when the sun was shining, life was good & happy times lay ahead.
Just stumbled on this and what I wouldn’t give to be back together pottering around on a boat. Happy memories bring floods of tears but glad I’ve got them.
Every day I’m waking up knackered cos I can’t get to sleep at night. Any suggestions of sounds I can play to make me nod off? Tried falling rain but it just made me want to get up for a pee.
My social plans for the weekend failed & I ended up home alone feeling lonely & fed up. Today I decided to go in search of something to cheer me up & this view worked. Love the colours