The Day My World Stopped: Losing Jennie (1 November 2025)
The Day My World Stopped: Losing Jennie (1 November 2025) 1 November 2025. A date I’ll never escape. A date that carved itself into me the moment it happened. The day everything I knew, everything I loved, everything I built my life around… stopped. It’s the day I lost my fiancée, my partner, my soulmate, my world, my Jennie. Even now, writing this, I still don’t know how to make sense of it. How do you put into words the moment your entire world collapses? How do you explain the silence, the person you shared your life with? But I need to try. Because keeping it inside feels like trying to hold back a storm with my bare hands. Jennie passed away on 1 November 2025, and nothing has feels real since. For more than 11 years, it was me and Jennie and the Grandkids, our home, our routines, our laughter, our arguments, our stupid jokes, our late‑night chats, our mornings, our nights, our life. We built everything together. We survived things together. We fought battles side by side th...