Sometimes, it's the little things that hit you hardest. More than 5 years since my husband died following a road accident and, while I'll never forget him nor the love we had, I recognise that life goes on and I cannot dwell in the past.
Unexpectedly, I found love again with a new partner and have a contented, happy life, Why then, when I turned on the kitchen radio this afternoon and heard a record from 50-odd years ago that my husband loved, with words he would sometimes sing to me - Peter Skellern's "You're a Lady" - did I collapse into a chair and sob like a lost child?
Please don't anyone be concerned. I'm fine and the memories that music brought flooding back are all good ones. I am simply stunned that such a tiny incident can feel like being hit by a train.