This year has been the hardest of my life. So much loss, so much pain. But there have been other memories too. Here are some
The last drink I’ve ever had was New Years Eve 2012. Haven’t had one since. I never thought it would suit me. It does
Living in squalor has been very much part of my year.
No really, it has. Renovations suck.
But I found a way to find pretty things in life. These are the prettiest brownies I’ve ever seen.
And buying a juicer changed my life
I became a British citizen. That was pretty cool.
But going home always fills me with hope
And DH’s gift to me on the hardest birthday of my life was spent well at a no-talking outdoor spa. Exactly what I needed
Being at home, outdoors, is always cathartic
Finding moments of beauty amongst the loss
And receiving love from others in the depths of loss
Escaping the pit of loss allowed us to heal and recharge even briefly
If there is a sunset I’m almost always watching it
I hope next year I will have a few more to add.