It's so strange that since Gary left me, time either seems to stand still or speed up.
Can it already be three weeks since Gary left me just a week before Christmas?
So much seems to have happened since then. Christmas is a blur, and seems so far away. I know I spent it with my grandchildren, but I remember little that happened.
I didn't mark the New Year, just went to bed at my normal time after taking a sleeping pill.
This morning I listed the things I need to do today, and was about to make a start when it started snowing.
Suddenly, I was back to that awful day when Gary fell asleep forever in his favourite chair. Later I stood at the door as he was driven away into the cold snowy night. The memories keep coming back.
I know he is at peace and free from suffering, but somehow, today, that is little consolation.................
