This time, a year ago, The Husband was in hospital. He'd come through surgery with flying colours and we were planning his return home to recuperate and resume life. A year ago, tomorrow is the last time I not only heard his voice, but had an in-person, two way conversation with him.
I am grateful for a weekend of caring friends.
Two of them came to stay for a night and not only did we have a good evening, nattering, but T brought persimmons from her mother's garden.
Fiona will know what to do with them
She said.
I made a salad.
The sweet, with a dry aftertaste work well with rocket (arugula) and feta (or chevin) if you have it. I made it for other friends who'd invited me for Sunday afternoon evening.
After eating our fill and the children left, S and I sat and watched the sun, talking about The Husband and the last year. I am grateful for the space to be as I both continue to mourn and carve out a new life.
Until next time
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
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