Stephen died on the 17th of June. It's his birthday; 6th October. We didn't really 'do' birthdays (his choice), but it's weird contemplating his birthday which isn't happening. He's not here to not celebrate his birthday. I feel a bit lost. My parents are here with me, which is lovely. We're going out somewhere, (anywhere), so I'm not on my own. But in a way I think I'd just prefer to stay under the duvet with the cats for the day! I'm 60 years old and feel the same devastation I felt at 17 when I was dumped by my first boyfriend. Surely I should've grown up!
