Well, July 2022 has been a sad one, with two goodbyes in it. On the 16th, a day after my mother’s 94th birthday, poor old Fred the cat met his Waterloo on the road outside my holiday cottage, and I was there to witness it. Very upsetting and shocking, but at least he went quickly, and I have lots of happy memories to console me. Fred would have been seven in November, and I’d had him since he was a tiny kitty. He was my best boy. So now it’s me and Charlie, who’s a total delight, and I’m thinking I’ll have a look and find her a playmate in due course. Watch this space.
Then just yesterday, on the last day of July and in his 96th year, frail of mind and feeble of body, my dear old Dad left us gently and peacefully. My Mam was there, and one of my brothers, and it was such a consolation to her that he had such an easy death. It wasn’t unexpected, we’d seen this coming for quite a while, but of course it’s still a lonely time for us all. Dad worked hard to provide for us all, and as Mam had often put it, ‘you could depend your life on him’. I won’t put up a snap as I’m not sure Mam would appreciate it, so Fred will represent both departures.
Not much writing done in the past few weeks. I’ll get back to it when the time is right. Now is not the time.
Hope all of you are well and happy, and enjoying whatever holidays you have. I love that the days are still long, and summery weather is still coming and going. Best we can hope for in this neck of the woods!