Our wedding anniversary was only a few months after my husband’s death. I had three choices:

. I could ignore it completely

. I could spend the day moping and crying

. or I could fight back.

 

I didn’t want to ignore it. Our wedding had been a happy time, and after all, it was still our anniversary even though he was no longer there physically to share it.

 

I didn’t fancy the second option, so I decided to fight back. I spent an hour or more just digging (my “Dig-athon”). Yes, of course there were tears. The night before I cried like a tap. But on the day it was actually OK. The sponsors donated £20, which was good, but much more important, it helped me feel better about the day. I felt it was my anniversary present to him.

 

Then afterwards our daughter and I planted some bulbs under the remembrance tree which the Council had planted for us.

 

All in all, a better day than I’d expected, still sad, but more positive.

 

It helped. Fighting back helped.