It's 4am and I am back from a walk along the dark stormy beach. I went to a spot that was a favourite of Margaret and myself for a lot of years. This is where I go when sleep doesn't come,I find comfort there and talk things over with her. I come back refreshed in mind and body.
Margaret lost her battle with cancer nearly 12 years ago and most of the time after five hard years since I do OK with that and celebrate the wonderful years we had. There are the odd times when for no reason the world seems a much darker place and I sink into a time of sadness and anger that she should have been taken so young. A trip along to the top of Thorny Nook where I sit and gaze over the beautiful Irish Sea at the place we spent so many wonderful times for so many years and telling her how much I love and miss her helps me enormously and I return home on nights like tonight cold very wet and wind blown but strong again and ready for another day.
I always write my thoughts down on my return but tonight or rather this morning the blogs from a few of you very good folk telling of your problems and how you cope have prompted me to tell you about my early morning trips when sleep doesn't come. I am off for a few hours kip now and tomorrow or rather later today I will conquer the world again. Thanks for reading if you got this far. XXX