I write this in tears as I’ve just learned that David Lynch, one of my very few heroes, has died. Fiddian and I watched so many of his films together, as well as the whole of Twin Peaks. I loved that show so much that Fidd even made me a gold shovel like the one … Continue reading Post mortem
I’ve been dreading writing about the funeral, but I think it deserves a post of its own. It was a very intense, beautiful day, although probably the hardest of my life. I don’t particularly like recalling it, but perhaps in future I will want to. A number of people have also asked me to share … Continue reading Funeral
It is almost one month exactly since Fiddian, my husband of 8 years, partner of 14, died in front of me in our living room in Bossiney Court at the far-too-young age of 61. The moon was full the night before, and so bright that it had woken me at 5.30am and prompted me, most … Continue reading Death (Part 1)
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