It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
We have had an idyllic three months since we arrived on Corfu but our future is stolen and my darling R died yesterday, 27th November, in Corfu hospital, he was only 57. I am heartbroken.
We had been making plans for the future, going to the beach, on long walks with picnics, having holidays, planting a garden, staying quiet and being together.
We didn’t go anywhere that would put us at risk, we wore our masks, we social distanced, I don’t know how, but still this hideous disease stole my husband and has left me to walk my path alone.
I cannot express how hard these past three weeks have been for his family and how hard he tried to live.
We Were the lucky ones, we were happy and loved each other for 35 years. We welcomed our children, grandson, nieces, nephews, friends and family who enriched our lives and increased our love. He was the kindest, most generous, clever, funny, loved and loving man you could ever meet, our lives are less because he is not here.
I will pack up the house and leave this island that welcomed us with open arms to bring him back to his devastated family in England and open a new chapter with my heart in little pieces.