A young widowed father opening up about living with loss
This week my son and I bought our first house together. I’ve experienced so many feelings and emotions in moving from the last place we ever lived with Desreen and I have so much to say about it. However, at the moment I have neither the energy nor the broadband (it’s killing me) to share too much.
Just one small thing occurred to me as I unpacked our pictures and began to contemplate where to place them. For now this is simply a house and it’s going to take a long time before it feels like a home. I could lie to myself and hang the old cross-stitch ‘Home Sweet Home’ picture but, right now, a truer tapestry from my heart would read ‘Home Bittersweet Home’. A sweet dream we had as a family but only realised in the bitter absence of the woman we love.