It’s ten months today since Rosie died.
Sylv and I had a long chat about her last night which was good. About how cross she’d have been about Sylvie moving into her room so quickly – but about how, secretly, she would have been pleased; and how irritated she’d have been, not with Sylvie wearing some of her clothes, but about the way Sylv wears them. And about how annoyed she’d have been not to have written Sylvie the letter for her wedding day, which she was going to do. And how annoyed Sylvie was that she hadn’t written it, or left her a letter to find. It wasn’t a sad conversation at all. It was good to remember how fiery Rosie was about things.
So strange – some days she feels very close by. Other days, not at all. But if she was still alive she’d be here some days and not others, so that’s sort of okay. And some days there’s the jolt of remembering that our daughter has died, almost as though it has just happened again. Still feel homesick, so have to put on the cloak of normality each day, but it is fitting a little bit better.
So it was equally fitting to get this today, a slightly blurry photo of three very fine people, one wearing a TKOE customised t shirt, right at the top of Snowdon, in the wind and rain, raising the best part of £1,000. A big Team Kilburn yay, for all of you.
And the bloodometer is now at …….28. Only two to go.