Just Dog

I don’t know where the three years have gone. I can’t believe I’m still here three years later, still not being me, and still not really evolved into different - at least not different that I like! 

Being honest, year 3 was a little easier than year 2, which was by far the worst. Worse than year 1 and I can only assume we are numbed to the initial trauma. BUT the anniversary days this year have been worse than both the previous years, especially the Golden wedding, and today. 

I began by reading the blips from 21.6.22 through to the day of the funeral. I’ve not done that before and if I’m sensible I won’t do it again, at least for a while! What I did realise is that I don’t remember a lot of it! Of course I remember the big stuff, the traumatic stuff, but the small stuff had kind of dissolved! 
On one day I read that I had finished watching Sherwood, and could recommend it! What the hell was Sherwood? I have no idea. On another day I had driven to Maidstone to my hairdresser, had a cut and colour and met Stalker for lunch. I have no recollection of that day at all, so Stalker will have to remind me where we ate!  I wrote that Dog was lying on my legs, and I do remember how he would lie on the bed, right up close making me very hot. He doesn’t do that any more, and has his own spot, at the end now. 

Anyway, I am grateful that all three boys managed to come down today. We had lunch at The Ship and then on to the seafront for five minutes on B’s bench. It was very windy, which I appreciated, but the heat lovers did not!

Again, thank you to my friends and family reading this and those who have called, sent messages and cards and the fellow blippers who are still with me, I really do appreciate your stars and hearts.