In a few hours it will be an incredibly unbelievable horrific 6 months since my beautiful Valen was taken from me and those whose lives he touched.
And So Another Day Passes
I wake up and cry as your not there.
I get coffee and do some jigsaw.
I potter before going out.
Volunteer, mum, walk, garden, shop.
I cry in the shop, garden, walk, mums, as I volunteer.
I go to the cafe.
Get a hug, talk, normality.
I go home.
I hesitate at the door and cry.
I step over the threshold and cry.
I play my games, watch t.v.
I paint and do my crafts.
Clean the bathroom, yet again, wash the floor with tears.
I eat, don’t cook, drink a glass of wine.
I listen to music and cry.
I sit and stare at the wall for hours.
I tell you all about my day, rant at you, cry for you.
I think about how to occupy my time tomorrow.
Look for things to do so I don’t have time to think.
Try and ignore the reality, the truth of your casket, cry.
I kiss you goodnight, go to bed and cry as your not there.
All the more reason to do it. 
