The timing was odd. National covearage and a nation commemorating the london bombing with a 2 min silence etc and your own private grief produces a strange effect. Not so much for me but for my mother really, i can't think what its like for her.
I guess the usual reason for a blog is to whitter on about stuff, or rant and rave about other stuff. I'm going out on a limb here but this will be just the same.
The things i will talk about are as follows; politics, history, photography, cooking, my wedding plans, walking and possibly riding. Oh and a variety of other vagabond ideas that happen to wander through my mind. I will try to avoid work but i am sure that it will make an apperance.
Things that anyone wandering through will have to forgive. Spelling, i have always been a bit creative in that field. Nothing i say is said to offend, if you find offence then thats yours to deal with.
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Sorry to hear about your loss. My father died a year ago this past Feb.
It gets easier with time. Not always a lot easier, but easier.
Hang in there.
Thanks,
The timing was odd. National covearage and a nation commemorating the london bombing with a 2 min silence etc and your own private grief produces a strange effect. Not so much for me but for my mother really, i can't think what its like for her.
You are lucky that you got to see your grandmother with adult eyes.
They say time heals. Hang in there.
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