Feeling very sad at the moment as it's a year today that my Darling Dad died. I find myself crying more now than I did at the time - quite normal I'm sure, but I suppose that's what shock does to you - it numbs you to a certain extent and allows you the time to take it in, (not that you ever really do) but then suddenly memories come flooding back, memories of just normal everyday things, and all of a sudden you're able to let go. I've said on occassions that I've found it hard to describe my feelings, but what I can say now, here, today, right at this minute, is that the pain is palpable.
Please take no notice of me - I don't need any of you to respond - that's not why I'm writing this. It's just me letting it go. I find that sending this out into cyberspace enables me to release "the ghosts" so to speak.
Margaret x


