Yesterday marked the seventh anniversary of that cataclysmic day.
Seven years, where did that time go? That’s what people say when they speak of their children growing, time passing, growing old.
John’s stroke was always going to be the five-year project, something we’d get through, overcome. Some lessons have been learned since then:
You can’t put a timeline on a brain, or a body.
Friends will appear where you least expect.
Old friends will react in their own way and there’s no judging because they are also feeling the loss.
New friends come along and you feel that you’ve known them forever.
And John doesn’t know who they are.
Our beloved children have grown up and are making me (us) proud, and I don’t really know how that happened.
Some very dear people of whom I thought badly have turned out to be the best friends of all.