I get really lonely sometimes and I think that no one would really want to talk to me if they had the choice. I know that sounds dramatic but it’s true, it’s how I feel. The real conversation I have are with people who are serving, or people who work at the home. I would also like to think that I will be able one day meet up with my wife again in the next life. I hope that she will still be my wife when I am in the next place, whatever it may be. I long for us to meet again. I didn’t ask the funeral home, but maybe I should have. I wonder how much time has passed for her or if she will ever really remember me when I get there. I hope that she has not been lonely and I hope that she will still be happy, no matter where she is and what she does. Even if I never see her again, I just want her to happy. I will still be content just knowing that she is well. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s all I want. I know that the funeral director will be able to help me deal with the coming day. I’m thankful for all the help and support I’ve been getting from the Perth funeral home. I worry that my family will not understand my grief, only because everyone keeps saying she had a good life. I know she did, that doesn’t make my hurt go away.I don’t really want to bore my family with the details of our great love. These kind people from the funeral home have been in my house for longer than anyone else in the last 5 months. My family doesn’t visit much anymore. I’m grateful for their care during this difficult time. My departed wife gave me strict instructions about cremations in Perth. She saw no point in being buried and having me visit that place alone. I know she has moved on to a better place, I just miss her terribly. I am thinking of selling my home and moving to a retirement facility. It would be nice to have some people to talk to.
You will find new love in a new home.
My love is gone and I’m devastated that I won’t be able to talk to him anymore. I can still see his face, it haunts me in my waking and dreaming life. I can still see his smile and it makes me weep with longing every single day. I hope that I can soothe his spirit, I hope that he is happy in the afterlife. I sincerely hope that I can get through the next few days without falling apart. It’s difficult going to the funeral home, Perth streets seem so much emptier without my love by my side.
I have heard only good things about their service, and those good things are what I need to hold on to. That was my man, I’ll never see again and it breaks my heart. All I can hear are the condolences of people that are think they are his friends, but they are not.
I need to start thinking about cremations, Perth family members have been helping me as much as the can but the decision is mine alone. I’m glad for their company, at least. I don’t want to be alone in this world, I can’t be with him yet. I wish that I could see him one last time, whether it be here or in the next life. I plead with a higher power, don’t take him away forever. I will do anything to make it happen and I don’t care what I have to sacrifice. I don’t care that there isn’t anything that I can really do, because I just want to get the healing started.
I hope that the funeral helps me farewell my love. I am pretty sure that it shouldn’t be too long before I’m paralysed with grief, I fear that day. I don’t really want that to happen, to fall apart, but I have been told by a few people that they will help me as best they can. I think it best if I get myself ready for that event. It will be the easiest thing in the world to just forget about moving on; pay for the funerals, and just move on with my life, but I’m not ready. I don’t want to move on, I keep looking back.