In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold: But that large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more." Tennyson
My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.
Thursday, 26 September 2013
"Come on, take the journey, you, me and all, take the the step. No matter time or distance, all irrelevant.
For a broken spirit the longest journey is to the front door to open it."