Went to the Cemetery today and took flowers to your grave and the flower room. Put a card saying I miss you and think about you. Feel very sad that there’s no-one else to visit or care, so no-one will even see the flowers or the card but me.
What’s news here? My (our) house is under offer and I’ve been househunting, but am still very confused and undecided about where to go and what to do with my future.
I’ve just come back from Pembroke, John, where I looked at 6 beautiful houses. I can see myself starting a new life there, but it’s not going to happen. Nothing feels right.
Little John – your proxy – came to Wales with me. I even took him out as I drove over the Severn bridge to show him the view – dangerous and silly in many ways; you’d’ve been annoyed with me.
I keep seeing things I want to tell you about.
There’s one particular house down a path which I often drive past, that we looked at years ago when we were househunting, and I just saw it’s been extended hugely. It was shared history, something I would’ve wanted to update you on.
The weirdest thing is that on the site of the Pizzaland opposite East Croydon Station, where we actually first met all those years ago, they are building a giant building – there are two ‘cores’ that keep getting higher and higher. I want to tell you – hey, can you believe what they’re doing at our special spot? All the people who might live or work in that building will never know that there used to be a Pizzaland there where a couple once met, and stayed together 29 years, til he d…. Every time I see those two tall cores, it’s like they are a (secret/private) memorial to our relationship.
It’s very weird that you missed the whole Brexit thing. I think you would have been so interested cos you were into politics and it’s all ‘history in the making’ – which is why you said you liked watching live football matches! It’s bothered me a bit that whilst I think I know what your position/opinion on Brexit would have been (same as mine) – I can’t be 100% sure. I’ll never know.
I went to Italy for Christmas, John, and left a copy of A Widow’s Words in the hotel library/bookshelf. I noticed the next day it was gone already, so someone at least has perhaps been reading about you. I’ve also done the legal deposit thing, so at least there are six copies lying in libraries for posterity. Maybe someone will read about you in 100 years time.
My plan for the rest of today is to start packing our 4000 books. Everyone tells me I can’t keep so many, but they (most of them) are your property, things you acquired and wanted over the years. It will be painful to be putting them in boxes and thinking how you should still be here to enjoy them. But I’ve been so ‘stuck’. I haven’t touched the nice ones in the front room for 4 years, they are still as you arranged them. Probably if you were here you would be amazed I hadn’t moved house sooner.
So, still struggling on with my own problems, pretty depressed, John, and realising how much of it is still grief. Have stopped adding to this site cos of crushing bad feeling that no-one looks at it anyway, so I guess it’s just a private diary.
Missing you. xx
(Little John sends his love.)
(He says he’s trying to look after me but it’s a big job.)
PS The cuddly red dragon in the photo is called Henry because Henry VII was born in Pembroke Castle, which fact the probability of your having known I would estimate at about 70%.