After just having had an other read of this post of mine, I decided to reblog it, so that hopefully some more people might get interested in reading it. 🙂
Peter died on the 12th of December 2020. We had been married since the 21st of December 1956. So, on the 21st of December 2020 we would have been married for 64 years.
I knew already by the end of 2019 that his days were numbered. Either his very advanced cancer would be the end of him, or his very serious heart condition would result in his death. When it came to the crunch, once he had developed cancer of the bone, his body was destroyed more and more. I knew, there was no way he could survive this.
I had really been warned well in advance that he would have to leave me soon. When the day came that he actually died, it did not come as a shock to me. I had expected it all along, and I think during the last few days of his life the…
View original post 811 more words
AuntyUta 
I continue to feel so sad for your loss, Uta, but I do enjoy when you share about Peter, even in your grief. To have been married so close to 64 years is something so few attain. The void he leaves behind must at times feel awfully huge! ❤
Yes, dear Debra, this is so true. There is an awful void, if there is nobody there to share your life with you. I just hope, these lockdowns won’t last much longer. Maybe without lockdowns I can at least have some visitors again, and also maybe do myself a bit of travelling again too. 🙂
❤ and (((HUGS)))
Thanks, Carolyn! 🙂
HUGS from me too! 🙂