I woke up this morning convinced it was Saturday. Only when I ran downstairs and opened the door to my beautiful daughter ,Clare (20) and my gorgeous Grandson Kyle (2), did I realise it was Easter Sunday.
It's 8 days now , it seems to me that the days have just blended together.
I did ,however, remember to take the anti depressant today, and give Owen his.
I managed to go for a walk with my partner Matt (aka Hippy), Clare , kyle and my son Alex (2).
It's taken me 2 attemps at remembering to put the chicken in the oven, but between myself and Clare we managed to cook a lovely roast dinner for 6.
The washing has been out all day, Owen bought it in for me tonight (Good Lad).
Tonight I am quite emotional. I have been receiving beautiful messgaes about Pete. I hope I am as good a person as he is. Thank you so much , the messages bring me so much comfort. I feel on my own here. I wish Pete was nearer to me to visit. Neither Matt nor me drive. I miss my brother so much, we are very close even tho we don't see each other much.
