At Easter last year Sandra was home, things were looking up, the weather was nice and we had my parents over, having lunch in the garden. This year not so much. Yesterday was exactly five months since Sandra died: in one way it feels much longer, in another only yesterday that she died. I’ve only begun to miss her more as the months go by, dream of her a lot too. That’s the worst, because even in a dream I know she’s dead, but within the dream she’s still there.
It’s not all doom and gloom of course, but Sandra is always in the back of my mind and doesn’t show any signs of moving out…
Robert
April 8, 2012 at 5:58 pmI’ve found my own ghosts fade after half a dozen years, but never entirely vanish. Thinking “I must remember to tell X about that” gradually shifts to “I wish I could have told X about that”, but in the wee hours of a sleepless morning past losses can still stab deep…