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• Journal (7) + Letter

  31 May, 2015

  Hi Darling, I must tell you about a “God moment” or “God encounter” I had the day after… [more]

• Journal (6) + Letter

  29 May, 2015

  As indicated in my last journal entry, I am experimenting with a format that I am calling "Letters to Bev".… [more]

• Journal 5 + Letter

  28 May, 2015

  My Darling, I’m quite sure in my own mind that you will never read what I write in my “Letters to… [more]

• Journal (5)

  25 May, 2015

  Last night as I thought about “resuming the journey”, somewhat unexpectedly the thought came to mind,… [more]

• Journal (4)

  24 May, 2015

  I never imagined that getting through the loss of one’s life partner would be easy. But I think it is going to be… [more]

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  24 May, 2015

  I never imagined that getting through the loss of one’s life partner would be easy. But I think it is going to be harder than I thought. Every day is replete with reminders of the enormity of what has happened.

  “Hey Dad, I think you should put this with your papers”. In so saying, my son handed me an envelope which contained Bev’s death certificate. It was only a legal document. A piece of paper. But it may as well have been a sledge hammer as it reinforced what I knew to be true. Bev really did die.  Wham!!

  “Here it is, Dad. Sorry it has taken me so long to get it to you”. With those words my daughter handed me a small lace bag. “It’s mum’s wedding ring”. Yes, it was the ring that I had placed on her finger just over 50 years ago as a symbol or pledge of my love. It was the ring she had worn with pride & commitment. Wham!!

  Last Sunday was my 73^rd birthday. It was also Mothers’ Day. The family gathered to celebrate both events. All but one, that is. Wham!!

  Yet, in the midst of emotional pain like I have never known before, there was still a lot of gratitude, laughter and appreciation we each have for the others. And I also realised what a legacy Bev has left for us to enjoy. You cannot leave a legacy unless you live that legacy. She did.

  Tomorrow we are to go and collect her ashes……..Wham!!