[junetta]

This is a really heartrending thread and I've been wondering if I should tell my tale or not...........anyway, here we go.

A few days after my second husband died I was thinking about ending it all as I felt that I couldn't cope. My daughter, about 12 years old, was at her wits end with me. Understandable at the time but I couldn't seem to get my head around anything.

Bless her, she rang my friend, who turned up within minutes. She washed the pots, my main problem that evening, as I couldn't manage to sort it for myself, and then said she needed to use the phone.

I knew she understood how bad I was and presumed she was about to call the doctor. I had a screaming fit, Shirley ignored me, rang her husband and asked him to record Dallas!!

I've always thanked her for it as it brought me round. If someone as daft as her could live, so could I!!