So after a couple of days when I wasn't weeping or dwelling on my husband's last hours, I thought I might be moving on, and I could take pleasure in planting bulbs or helping my son with his house renovation, I bumped into two acquaintances in half an hour, both of whom asked after Bruce. I had to explain that he had died 18 months ago and got a lot of sympathy. They are not to blame, but it's the unexpected knock off-balance that you can't plan for. Another weepy evening.
In other news, though: some on the forum might remember that my husband is a poet. He had prepared a selection, literally the last thing he was able to do. We heard last week that we have a publisher. So delighted that we'll be able to honour his talent forever but equally a bit sad that he won't see his poems in print. But another project to keep me occupied.
Mrs VT - are you okay? Not heard from you recently?
