It was hard to believe, in June, that eight years have passed since my beloved Douglas died. This year, the anniversary of his death fell on a Sunday and Mass that day was dedicated to him, with a warm tribute at the beginning of the service.
As always, all the kind hugs were comforting, and the service truly uplifting. But, as I’ve often mentioned, I only miss his physical presence because he’s with me 24/7, directing my every deed!
In the afternoon, Cronie and I agreed to go down and walk along the shore, with all its happy memories of the ‘good old days’ when we’d have to drive extremely slowly, stopping frequently to spot the reclusive otters and seals, and decide whether it was a good day for fishing.…