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.
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Housekeeping
I have changed the setting so anyone can comment easily - I hadn't realised that wasn't possible before. I know how hard it is to know what to say, but I thought I would mention it. Thanks for all your feedback and conversations elsewhere. It does help to know you are reading and thinking of me. Do keep in touch. Xx
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