So this is Monday, 17 August. This is week 12, or 12 weeks since Darren passed away. This is the kind of time I am waking up, back into my usual world of remembering every inch of it and remembering that it is all going to kick off now. It is kind of a busy…
This post describes finding my husband. Please skip it if that’s not something you can read today. Mondays are the hardest day. I wake up at around eight and remember that was the same time I woke up on 25 May. It was a bank holiday, so the idea of lying in was more tempting…
Today is 12 August 2026, the day we finally received word that I can go ahead and register my husband Darren’s death. Darren died suddenly at home on 25th May 2026. There were no illnesses that we knew of and no warning that he was going to die. The night before, we’d sat together, laughed…