It’s hard, so hard…especially for him. Watching, as he walks away from our house to go to his (yours…) makes my heart ache. I always hope he’s left a lamp on, so it doesn’t feel quite so empty when he opens the door.
We all miss you.
You’d be proud though. We haven’t allowed ourselves to be dragged under. He’s even used the iron…yes, I know. I did offer by the way, but he insisted he could do it.
Did I say we all miss you?
Life is moving forward, and I know that is a good thing, but it feels so bad sometimes.
Spring is nearly here…I know that would make you happy. We saw the snowdrops in the park on Friday.
Your knitting is still hung on the cupboard door…
…there are traces of you everywhere.
Writing along with Amanda’s prompts, today I used Saturday’s word, which was ‘remnant’.