- Jan 19, 2009
After many years of living in rough areas and places. I finally found my home. My husband passed away on Christmas eve but throughout his illness I stayed strong for my husband. He wanted me to find a suitable home with a decent neighbourhood. Right at the last minute a council bungalow came up a mile from my parents and sister. I'm trying each day to become better. My husband was my carer for years because of my mental illness and feet issues. But I have gone to church with my dad and began slowly to do things like joining groups etc. It's tough when you lose someone but I'm trying hard. Yes God does exist even if we have bad days. Hope this encourages anyone one else.