Hello everyone - yes I got here around 2:30pm (with the hour forward). It’s been a gorgeous sunny day but I’ve squirrelled myself away, basically shut the door on the world. I decided I didn’t want to bump into anyone until tomorrow. I craved solitude while I gathered my thoughts and emotions. Time to sit with my feelings and let them settle.
I’ve made tuna pasta with sweetcorn good job a few staples in the cupboard and I’ve found a box of weetabix for my breakfast. Basics covered.
It’s strange thinking back to last May. I haven’t allowed myself to press that bruise. A bereavement counsellor said “If you want to cry, play music. If you don’t, don’t.” If I dwell I shall cry. Maybe I need to? Grief and analysing it is a funny old business.
Anyway I’ve got my book, WiFi, Radio Málaga, Netflix. I shall have an early night. No wine. Sitting here I can’t believe he’s just …. gone from me. I came across a note he’d written the last time we were here and seeing his handwriting undid me.
Henry Nowak…….an absolute tragedy.
Last letters become first - March 26


