Not had one for a long time. But, while down the cemetry today, the floodgates opened. It's now 16 months since she died, and over 2 years since she left for her second op. Just realising that not so long ago I'd have been coming home to Jules after Friday night. Getting a right earful, and probably ending up in shock on the Saturday morning wondering where she was, as she'd slept in the back room away from the drunken letch!! Not feeling lonely, but just having that someone who's there, no matter what, and without explaination. Because that's what love's all about.
And out on Friday we were reminicsing about how Carl had taught her some less that appropriate Italian when she was starting to speak again after the op. And in talking to some of Carl's friends, realising I've known Carl and Maria for over 8 years now.
Just makes you realise how quick time flies. And why it's important to get on with what you want to do, rather than dither around in a world of indecision. As tomorrow could, unfortunately, be your last day. And you don't want your last words to be, "Owh, bugger..."
Ha. Owh!
How are the golfs coming along Al? Flogged any yet? . . . . . owh. . . . . . I reckon you need to keep 'em and do 'em up all proper like.... If you need a hand buddy, owh...