Doug would have been 54 today, we always went away for the weekend for our birthdays and I cannot help but wonder where we would have travelled this time. Two years ago on his 52nd we had a wonderful weekend in Brighton of course last year he was not here and little can I remember anyway.
Today I was expecting to spend time remembering in my own way this morning and then to potter on into today as I usually do on days…
6 days away from the first anniversary of the worst day of my life. Cant help but think the 'this time last year' thoughts and whilst there is no way I would want him to go through the pain and despair again, I do so wish I could see/hear/touch/smell and hold him just one more time.
I think I have come a long way in a year. I am realising that bad days are the normal but they are interspersed with more brighter…
December is turning out to be a very difficult month, no tree up, no shopping done and today is the 11th! Oh I know I have time but I don't have the inclination, that's the problem.
I actually forget on a daily basis that it is nearly Christmas, most days I wake up and struggle to remember what day it is! This is something that no one tells you.. your memory goes when you are grieving, some say it returns yet…
