The words of the familiar carol came to mind tonight, "For lo, the days are hastening on" and indeed, it seems as if time is flying past us.
Such a lot has happened in the last five months since the FH died, and I can't always remember that it has been so long. Some days, it seems so much longer, and other days, it is like yesterday. But that is the nature of grief, I think.
Things have changed: the EFG has almost finished the first half of her first year at Aberdeen Uni, and we are looking forward to having her home in about three weeks or so. The YFG has completed all her applications for Sixth Form Colleges and we will hear about interviews and acceptances in the Spring. My job is part of my life now, and I no longer dread it each day, thank goodness! The driveway has had a facelift, the guttering has been repaired, and we are "doing" a few things around the house. I have started to make some headway in the Faith & Worship course again after quite a lull. The days when I really feel the weight of the responsibility as a huge burden don't come quite as often at the moment. I've had my first ever reflexology treatment - and the YFG is going to go to the chiropodist next week about her in-growing toenails, and she is a little mortified as she thought only old people went to the chiropodist!
We are more than getting by. God blesses us with friends [and family, most of the time!] who love us and support us. Just like they always did. The YFG still loves Sherlock, I still adore soppy films, and love my chooks, and life goes on. A bit fast at times, but it goes on.
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