Hello,
My move plans continue - with yesterday a visit to the nearby department store to order mattresses, new bed, etc.
My (our) bed is not coming as it holds too many bad memories - Tom ill, Tom in pain, Tom sleeping all the time, me in the dark grieving in anticipation and in silence so as not to disturb him, Tom so unwell that last night here at home. Me, woken in the small hours with the hospital’s Doom Call. You will all get the picture.
So, I drifted around the furniture floor, alone, as almost always. I found the sofas and sat down for a moment. The canned music turned to The Police and “Every Breath You Take” - a song I have listened to over my lifetime, it seems.
As I sat there, these lyrics filled the store and broke my heart:-
“Since you’ve gone, I’ve been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around, but it’s you I can’t replace
I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace
I keep crying, baby, baby please”
I’m still here, Tom, and I miss you. All this new furniture, new home stuff - has very little meaning without you.
I know friends here will understand,
Loads of love, everyone, and let’s keep swimming xxx