April 11th 2023 - the day my world ended
My world fell apart on Tuesday 11th April 2023 when I came home from a normal day at work and found Gregoire, lifeless, in the garden
My love, my life, my world
The worst phone call of my life when I had to ring Scarlet, on her way to an evening of fun with friends, waiting on a train station platform, that her father had died
I don't know if I will ever recover, so for now - almost 2 years on - I am barely existing, trying not to lose my grip on the gossamer thin thread that keeps me attached to this life, to this world
I've been relaying my thoughts, my feelings, my despair, my loss here
https://rachelmcharles.wordpress.com/
It starts like this :
Silent thoughts
I don’t know if I can talk yet, but I can write.
And as I’m not sleeping I’m writing lots.
I thought I would share, because this is where I am.
And today I need to write this, to keep it for later.
I don’t believe it when people say that time will heal. When they say that, I want to say that a sudden, brutal, unexpected loss like this is the most heart-wrenching, chest-crushing, breath-stealing tragedy on earth. I want to say there are days I want to die. I want to say that I know there are friends who do not understand some of the things I do or say. I want to say that I still feel his presence at times, sometimes so strongly that it is as if he is hovering just at the edge of whatever I am doing. And then other times, nothing, I don’t feel his presence at all. I want to say that my life will not go back, that I will never be the same, because a piece of me left with him. And I know that this pain will not go away, but I also know I will eventually make enough room so I can hold it all– the grief, the pain, the joy, the love, the memories, our life.
I wanted to say all this.… but I couldn’t, so instead, I wrote it. Because I am not ready for the words to be spoken yet. Speaking is shaky ground for me right now. Which given how much I talk usually, is most odd. And a little scary. Everything is suddenly so hard.