Tonight was good. Janet popped round, (I'd been down the gym and that'd wipped me out 
), and we set to sorting through some pictures and words for next week's paper memoriam's.
In some ways I still can't get into my head that it's nearly 12 months ago. Even more hard is looking back on Jules Weblog at the stories from May 2003. Just looking through some of the pictures had me feeling like it was only yesterday. Which is good, as the clarity of those memories is so much more powerful now that I don't seem to have whatever it was blanking them out before. But I'd be lying if I said there wasn't just a little pain in the tears tonight. I feel cheated, cheated of what was a perfect life at the time. I know I've got things to remember, and things to look forward to. But getting over it is, and will be, a long haul. I'm grateful to have the memories and band of friends to keep me going, reminding me to be inspiring, share, and smile.
Bed beckons, I'd better be off. Otherwise today's early start into work will be wiped out by a late start tomorrow
