You can plan for such events. You can mentally rehearse outcomes. You can make arrangements to try to ease things.

It still hits you like a ton of bricks when it actually happens.

When I last posted Life Things, while not exactly rosy, were beginning to look a little brighter. Only a few days after the post, it all came crashing down.

My husband, Best Beloved, Paul to his friends and loved ones, died in the early hours of 6 February 2025.

Paul was 85 years old. We had been a couple for most of the last 35 years, though we only married in 2021. He had been frail for some time, and as you know if you’re a regular reader I was his carer as well as his wife and companion.

I will find the strength to write more fully about Paul and his life at a later date. For now, I need to grieve, and to think about where my life must lead now I am again on my own.