 A few weekends ago, we went to the Chatsworth Christmas market. It's been a while since we have visited a Christmas market, and the Birmingham one is a shadow of its former self, so we thought this might be a good day out.
The market was beautiful, and we bought many presents for ourselves, but overall, I found the experience difficult. It's been 10 years since my mother died, and on that trip, all the grief and sadness came back. I missed her and wanted her with us so very, very much. Hubby and I spoke about it on the trip there and back; with a 200-mile round trip, there was time. My Aunt has recently died, and he felt that this had brought back all the loss of my mum. In the end, I took an afternoon off work and tried to do a hard reset on my feelings. By the weekend, I felt more in control, and instead of the grief, I was remembering my mum with positivity. Then, yesterday, our world fell apart. Hubby gets up early to go to work. I make his lunch whilst he gets ready. After that, I go back to bed for an hour or so with the cats. I was just getting out of bed when I got a call from Hubby. His mum has died. I called work, took the day off and today and am trying to just be here for him as he was when my mum died.
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