A year has gone, and where? I'm sitting here, late, thinking about everything that has passed. How do you put it into words, the tears, the pain, the love, the fear?
I've spent the day busying myself, serendipity delivered a minor crisis in the car club, so along with the tidying around the house, I've had plenty to do. It's kept my mind focused on things, and apart from Spitfire's insistance on getting attention today, I've had a good long undisturbed day of tackling things.
I've also been trying to put together a few words for the paper, and eventually got that and a picture sorted and off to print.
I've also posted an entry on Jules weblog, and will no doubt add more here later on today once the day has ended.
T'is time for bed, and as my eyes close, time slips back to those happy memories, so much stronger these days. I miss the hugs more than anything else, and I don't think anyone can really appreciate the power a hug can deliver, a thought my Mum shared not that long ago. To those "Huggers" around me, thank you for lifting me. Here's to many more hugs to come.
