20 November - its always the date for me. I know that technically it's 21 November, but really this was the day we sat and waited with you as your body and soul gave up its courageous battle with cancer and you headed off.....
Seven years ago today, a lifetime - you were 20 and would now be 27. I got married when I was 27 - I felt so grown up and sorted with life, got that very wrong didn't I? Little did I know what was to come.
The world as ever continues to spin (just about, though totally mad and hard to follow with political shenanigans, environmental disasters and any other amounts of doom and gloom) and life goes on and so do all of we in our various ways.
My way today went something like this... get up, buy tickets to see The Killers next June (hope your suitably impressed), go running in the muddy woods and Ashton Court (what's happened to me?), lunch with some fabulous ladies, which involved some mind numbingly lovely DWW (dry white wine, in case you have forgotten), then a mindless, DWW haze drift around the shelves and aisles of ASDA - making food purchases for the other residents of Allington Rd and time to check out the toy aisle and remember the days of buying all that gear for you and Sophie Rose for Christmas.
Now home to write to you, followed by PJ's, cups of tea, comforting (hopefully) TV. and hugs with Sophie. It's all so very rock and roll here.
Your furry mate Brian continues to make her presence felt - never more so than when my laptop is up and firing. No change there then!
On we go, for ever missing you, wondering what would have been and putting one foot in front of the other trying to be the best versions of ourselves we can be, appreciating our lives and living them as best as we can for ourselves and for you.
We love you so very much
Mum
XX
PS - and before you say "well that's a long time since you have written a letter to me...", I write them every day in my head and send them your way, endless words, grumblings, musings and prayers - your ears surely must be sore!
