4 months. And it still hurts, a lot.
This week, for some reason, has been worse than most. I don't know if it's been a bug going round, but I've felt it more in the last few days than of late. Maybe it's Auntie Maureen's death last Sunday which has brought it all back, or maybe the fact it was about now that Jules consultant had said Jules would pass away.
It's a coincidence that Maureen's funeral is today, and probably no coincidence I'm still in Stevenage at 1am, getting ready to hit the road and get up to Hull.
Later today we'll be saying goodbye to someone dear, and then having a drink. A party to celebrate, a chance to catch up, and in some cases a chance to get to know.
