Not sure how all you lovely people got through the past week? For me, it’s been just horrific…
Spent most of the time on my own ( not looking for sympathy) completely my choice. The past few days I have slipped back to August (when I lost my love) and it’s akin to being hit with a sledgehammer. My Martin was only 47; I’m so bloody angry: I feel so robbed! We had soooooo many plans that are now just smoking matches.
I have been trying to focus on the here and now; what can I do? what can I change? I’ve come to the sad conclusion; NOTHING!!!
Everything has changed, changed forever…
My Martin was a writer, and one of his favourite quotes was; A terrible beauty is born”… by Yates, his favourite poet…
I have to accept that life as I knew it is over… indeed a terrible beauty is born…
Sending love to you all… xx:pensive: