It’s finally here. I’ve accepted my black baby has gone. We dug out some pics of him when he was healthy and full of life and that helped. I saw just how poorly he really was.

I’m feeling like my normal self again I’ve been through enough grieving these last few months to know the stages and that does help because I knew time actually does heal. My Mum died in November of cancer and John’s Mum died on Mother’s Day this year so we’ve been through the mill really. Reeve died between the 8th anniversary of my sis-in-law and her unborn twin girls dying. Gill died 3 days after her babies.

I know, I know…that’s why it was so rough I think.

Anyway, life goes on as they say so from now I’ll have much more cheerful stuff to talk about.

Getting lots of organising done – doing my 15min stints in each room of the house and the garden. Got two rooms done so far because I’ve had Harry here this morning, babysat my neighbours little nephew as she had to go out in an emergency.

The sun keeps trying to shine today but it’s lovely and warm in between.

I’m also very, very green with envy as my daft mate is off to Florida on Friday I think it is. I’m gonna miss her as she’s been fantastic these past few months and totally there for me. Thanks hun!