It does, 25. It's going to be a bit rough because it is the same church, same graveyard and same hotel for the wake as my father's funeral 2 years ago. And then, hard as it was, my mother was on my right and my husband on my left.

But I suppose it makes me thing about love, and carpe diem, and the things that really matter and the things that don't. I miss my family but I am profoundly grateful for years of love and all those small moments that make a good life. How we honour each other as human beings. How kindness and grace matters so much even when it can't stop awful things happening to people. Maybe because it can't. How we are all connected so much more than we recognise day-to-day. How much each person matters.

I'm also reflecting on how far I have come in two years. In a year. I couldn't have gone a year ago because I would have felt too weak and too selfish in my own grief. But today I can see more than my own pain and that's a good healthy feeling.

So carpe diem indeed, the Latin for GAL...


Me: 53 H:38
T:20 M:14
BD ILYB etc 10/15, H diagnosed severe depression
S 1/16
PA 4/16
H filed 1/17