You know what. Thought it was about time for a photo of Rosie. So here she is aged 8ish. Making a Halloween skeleton, I think.
12 March = 18 months since Rosie died. And I didn’t notice it was the 12th until it had passed. Partly because I was so busy. Partly because I don’t think I wrote the date down all day. Partly because thinking of Rosie is now more manageable than it was. Partly because we had our family trip to London at the weekend, and it felt as though she was there with us. Partly just because of time.
When she first died, I was really worried that if I stopped feeling so sad all the time (except it wasn’t all the time, because your emotions are all over the place), then that would mean I was forgetting her. Now I realise that isn’t the case. You are just adapting and accomodating so that you can enjoy her life better. And your own.
And to mark the 18 months, I can let you know that we’ve had our first two TKOE donations. Ta daaa! We’ve had £177 from the Cliffords Mesne 2013 wassailing – thank you to everyone who braved the 6″ snow in January and thank you too for thinking of Rosie and TKOE. 🙂
And then we’ve also had £500 from Mike Fox. Thank you very much indeed Mike. 🙂 🙂
And £60 from the shy weight loss person – you know, the one who is trying to lose 21lbs this year. So they are doing well.
So, by my rudimentary maths, that means £737. YAY!!!!
And the daffodils are out. Perhaps it is spring.