Dbee Robinson Artist - The Fat Struggling Menopausal Artist

Today I finally plucked up the courage and picked up my David's ashes today.  It was a weird experience, and I felt strange carrying him back to the car.  We chose a 'water cushion' for his ashes ready for his memorial at sea, and it was heavier than I expected.  He is now in our spare room, which is also strangely weird. I still miss him terribly. I'm glad he is home at last. Much Love and Light dbee x

  It's true, my world ended Sunday, February 1st,  2026. As I held my beautiful husband's hand, my David drifted away and left us all behind. I just cannot bear it. After losing my dear sister Lesley, I never believed I would ever feel this type of aching, raw pain in my heart again. But here it is, returned like a samurai with his mighty sword, cutting away the best part of my heart that my David held so gently in his hands.  It's so surreal. Sleep has evaded me for weeks, but I managed to get a couple of hours last night. I awoke this morning hoping I had dreamt it all and he would again be there beside me, holding hands while we slept. When I realised the horrifying reality was true, I wished myself back to sleep; I did not want to wake up. I don't want to ever wake up if he is not beside me. We found out 2 days before, on the 30th of January, that his illness was an aggressive form of colon cancer that had spread to his liver and lymph nodes. The yearly tests the NH...