Wednesday, 30 March 2011


I've cried a lot - every day.  Mostly when I'm alone and I think about the future.  With Helen I can usually talk calmly about what may happen, and when I can't she's there for me.

H has cried much less, but when she does it takes her longer to recover.  She accepts that she will lose her old age, but struggles with the thought of leaving her children to grow up without her.

Looking for wedding music, we listened to Fields of Gold sung by Eva Cassidy.  That set us both of.  We're having it anyway, crying at weddings is allowed.  I looked her up: she died at 33 of melanoma.

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