The thing I take most comfort in is the outpouring of love from our family and friends. The support, understanding, time.. space.. love.
People have spoken of me being "brave" and "strong" but actually I feel I am, apart from numb, carrying on Mick's legacy.
He taught me to live every moment of every day, as I did him. We had an adventure every day. We enjoyed the company of each other, and our children and friends.
The true reality is that my adventures are only just beginning. I have bought a new notebook (our house is littered with "adventure books", listing where we were going, what we were doing, and topics for further research. Re-reading them has made me smile!) and I have written a list of my new adventures:
- Sail on a pirate ship
- ride a horse
- learn to draw cows
- swim in the sea again
Many people write "bucket lists" but tonight I encourage you to write "fuck-it" lists: do it, dream it, live it.
Join my group, and together we can fly!
Post your ideas on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/326041150813264/ and WE will see what we can achieve together
ps I went out for a drink with a very handsome man this evening: Michael Wokes senior, and I really enjoyed it!