This means that our clocks have gone forward by one hour … and although this means you get up an hour later, you also go home in the dark.
For some reason, the sky at night, the smell of winter in the air, the way the air feels, it all makes me more aware of the fact that he is gone.
I miss him more keenly.
It’s made it worse. How could it? But it has.
Bonfire Night is coming and I am dreading it. I heard a couple of fireworks go off last night and tried to ignore them.
Christmas is coming and Boo is getting thinner.
The air feels thinner too and sometimes it’s hard to breathe. It makes me feel panicky.
Conversely, I feel frustrated at being stuck in this corporeal body and ache to cast it aside so I can join him on his cosmic travels.
If you’ve ever watched Star Trek you will understand what I mean when I say that I think of god as being “Q” these days. http://memory-alpha.org/en/wiki/Q