The anniversary of Barry's death was a day of sunshine and rainbows. I spent it quietly with family and searched out a few happy photos and letters and cards to share.
There were tears, of course.
Yet there was also a change in me.
I felt, and still feel, more peaceful about it, and found myself doing some of the (many) things I have been procrastinating about, and finding to my surprise that they were not as onerous, difficult, time consuming or as expensive as I had imagined them to be.
And here come the daffodils...
Do you find too, when you finally get around to something you have been putting off for ages, that it is not as bad as you thought and that you wonder why you didn't just do it sooner?
PS I have framed the picture of the resolute child (yesterday's post) and hung it in the hall to inspire me. Thank you Lynne.