Just when I think I am starting to feel better, it happens.
Last Thursday I dreamed of Terry all night. We were just doing everyday things, having meals with people, laughing joking.
When I woke up on Friday morning, that old black cloud had come back. I had the worst day in work, just couldn’t clear my head.
Cried most of the weekend, felt sorry for myself, felt lonely.
Then woke up Monday and was back to normal, Grief is a strong emotion, there is no control over it.