...since I met the woman who fancied the "Milkybar Kid"...
A year ago I was contemplating the fact it had been over a month since the funeral, and how much things could have changed in 12 months. And now, I'm still looking at where the year has gone.
I sat up at the cemetry tonight, finding it hard to believe it's more than a year now since it all ended and Jules found peace at last. And even as I type this, I'm making the mistake of putting months and days, not months and years. It only feels like yesterday we were sitting at home, making plans. And to think it would've been around this time that we'd have been getting married, her scribblings in the pads from hospital peppered with "2-0-0-5 W-E-D" on just about every page.
Be grateful for the memories, thankful for the gift of today, and excited by the emptyness of tomorrow.
