It’s two years today that Col left us all behind. The last few days have been about remembering him. That said I don’t think there is a day that passes that all those that knew him do not in some small way or another remember the man or boy they once knew because that to me seems to be how losing someone works. Birthdays, anniversaries loom on the calendar and you get your way through them and tick them off and perhaps on those days you do conjure them up as they were more than you do on a run-of-the-mill day. Ultimately though you remember them and how you miss them everyday in all sorts of small ways. A place passed, a street once walked, a song heard, a photo found, an item in your wardrobe worn again, a phrase repeated on different lips…the triggers are everywhere and always. That to me is what happens to us when we are gone. Who we once were is nothing if we do not leave people behind with a thought of us, a smile Continue reading Remembering Him
I took a cab to Waverley Station in Edinburgh early this morning. In the darkness of the backseat I did my now obligatory confession of widowness to the taxi driver. Every time and I don’t know why but perhaps I find the back of a cab like a widow confessional. Anyways, my taxi driver/widow priest took it in his stride and said he admired me for keeping going etc etc.