Ten

A friend checked in with me a week ago anticipating the anniversary tomorrow. The day Mick died. It will be ten years.

She said “I’m sure the pain never stops”.

She’s right.

She also asked after me and the kids. It felt good to be able to say we are good. Actually not good – great.

Ten years ago it was pretty daunting looking ahead as a solo parent with such young children and grief.

Now – our daughter has just turned 13. Both kids are teenagers, engaged with life doing things that they love. Having a go.

Im proud of them and proud of myself.

Tomorrow I will go gently and slowly – reverently remembering and reflecting on what has been and what is.

Then the next day – I will step on and into the next decade of living with loss and love.