I think everyone knows who should do.
The funeral is arranged.
The notices are in the papers.
Cards and messages and flowers, hugs and kind words surround us.
Tomorrow is A level results day. Son 3 is waiting . It will be a happy day I am sure. We are proud of him. This will be the first family moment that Nana is not here for. But she knew already he will do well, whatever happens.
I catch myself thinking to tell her things or noticing little moments of loss. My colleagues gave me a beautiful orchid today.Mum always managed to keep them growing beautifully. She gave me several. I killed all of them. Maybe she’ll help me keep this one!
Walking the dog round the park tonight was a treat after a tiring day. It’s a council park, lots of grass and play areas for different ages.
Tonight the place was humming with playfulness. A cycle meet with loudspeaker and bells tucked away at one end.
Further on a group of kids were all dressed up and learning American football, a new sight in our English town.
At the skate park the crowd of teens were hanging out. A few crafty cigarettes and a lot of Lynx. Girls with a little too much make up and oversized hoodies. The boys desperate for cool, sitting half assessing on bikes, skimming around on skateboards or just lounging on the bench.
As we walk on we meet other dogs and their people, a friendly hyperactive Boxer looks initially intimidating incher studded collar but pauses only to sniff and smile.
A young family are out with two small children on bikes with trainer wheels and baby in buggy. A good way to work off some energy before bedtime.
A young man kicks a football exuberantly to himself in the middle of the rugby pitch.
We walk sedately with Mr G trotting along in his poodleish way.
A walk with the dog and a chance to be grateful for open places, green spaces and simple pleasures.
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