On the whole I think I’m doing OK. I’m finding this time of year hard, because it was just before Christmas two years ago that we discovered that Christopher had oesophageal cancer and our lives turned upside down. So Christmas brings with it some tough memories, which I’m in general facing up to. I’m working very hard, which keeps my days occupied, and I’m making sure that I’ve got things to look forward to – such as lunch yesterday at my favourite pub, the Plough and Harrow, with a friend of ours who was made redundant at the same time as Christopher. It was good to catch up with what Graham is doing, and I always enjoy the food at the Plough.
But sometimes, despite me thinking that I’m coping, something comes along and knocks me for six. And it’s often something little that takes me by surprise and shows me that I’m not as tough as I try to make out. Today, for example, I decided to make a start writing my Christmas cards. But when I went through my address book to write the envelopes, I kept coming across names and addresses in Christopher’s handwriting. Ouch! That really hurt. So I’m afraid I’ve abandoned writing my Christmas cards for now. I’ll try again tomorrow, but it might have to be a much curtailed list this year.
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Sorry to hear you got ambushed by the address book – it does usually seem to be the little things that have that effect…