Yesterday I visited dad's grave and placed some flowers there. I met a man who was visiting his late wife, buried just two graves down from dad. We had a chat and it felt reassuring to say things that I feel without fear of upsetting someone, or appearing miserable company. Mum doesn't really talk about dad, she just wants to get on with life and wait for time to disappear under her belt so it becomes easier.
Hugh and Freyja had a great day, full of fabulous presents and fun, for that I'm grateful. Tomorrow we are off to Mike's parents for the next couple of days, I'm looking forward to that as a welcome distraction.
A few days after dying, when driving to see my mum, a white stag jumped out in front of my car. It was absolutely beautiful and so meaningful to me, it was as though dad had sent it to bring me luck. I like this card for that reason
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