Mr H's mum died in hospital on Saturday morning. It's been pretty traumatic the past couple of weeks, (well months really) and he's been up and down the motorway to visit his mum and support his sisters. Although I feel sad that she's gone, I never really felt close to her, and she wasn't a particularly warm woman. My own parents and Mr H's dad died years ago, so we are now officially the older generation - scary!
And he seems to be coping ok so far, when he got home for the weekend he had a bit of a weep, then reverted to "practical mode", getting things sorted and keeping busy. The upside of that is that he did a pile of ironing, the downside is that he seemed to be trying to control me more than normal. He decided that we would go out to eat every day as he "couldn't be bothered to cook", making it sound like I do nothing in the kitchen. "I can cook dear, you don't have to" I said, but no, he had decided and that was just how it had to be! So we have had a rather unhealthy diet this weekend, a fried greasy spoon breakfast, fish and chips and pizza, all his choice and not good for my half hearted attempt at healthy eating!
Anyway he's gone back to work this week although is taking some time off to get things organised with his sisters, and is away all work, so peace and quiet (and cooking!) for the dog and me. I shall get myself psyched up ready for the funeral next week, when I think his sisters will completely fall apart. Hopefully he won't.
Hannah x
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