Robin Hoods Bay

Walking onto the beach at Robin Hoods Bay and into Dollies Sweet Shop without Joe was fucking torture, as was leaving it behind. This trip was the first since I was here with Joe in 2018. Everything means something. Everything has a memory, has pictures in my mind and sounds that I can hear.
I'm struggling to articulate all of this as it's just a week now until the anniversary of Joe's death and my brain is overloaded. I want to remember everything but to do that is unbearably painful.