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.
Monday, 28 January 2013
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I went to Harvey Norman today to buy a new charger for my phone. I could see Kent everywhere. He was always easy to spot. Checking out the flat screens, admiring the new phones. Guiding me over to the laptops to show me some cool ones he thinks I might like, dreaming about buying one one day. On the way out having a test-sit on a sofa, me knowing the verdict on its comfort simply by the look on his face.
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Lovely images :)
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