Regardless, I shall continue, if only for my own benefit.
In November of last year I came home to find Diane, my partner & mother of my child, dead on the kitchen floor. I had received a last text from her at about 4.45 pm whilst I was at work and had attempted to contact her without success. I just thought she'd dropped her phone and couldn't get to it due to her bad back........
The vain attempts to resuscitate her, the surreal 999 call, the house being invaded by paramedics, then Police, being taken to the station for a statement.................. All are indelibly etched in what passes for my soul.
A blood clot killed her. A combination of a hereditory pre-disposition and lack of movement due to a back ailment. There were symptoms, but neither of us recognised them, so we went on our merry way. Diane would come off breast feeding so she could take more than just Ibuprofen & Paracetamol, get moving again and all would be fine once more.
Yeah.........
Diane was my................ well, I'll leave you to fill in the blanks. It's nobodies business and I'm not into emotion porn. She was my whole life and you don't feel that until you've lost someone. It's the tragedy of all relationships if you're emotionally stunted enough............
I have Calum to look after now, and he's an irascible wee beastie. He's almost 10 months and nearly walking. Needless to say, he's my best mate. Friends and family have made sure he wants for little, apart from maybe a few Duracells for dad when he comes in from work and the kind, loving soul who carried him for nine months and nurtured him for the first months of his life.
Ewen
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