Raising a glass

A call first thing. Heartbreakingly sad news, expected but awful.

I'm so immensely glad that we got the chance to tell R we loved him last week, it's been horrifically quick. I've spent a lot of the day more furious than ever that when so many people were being denied that last most special moment the privileged b4stards in charge thought they could swan around doing as they pleased and they're now telling us it didn't really matter.

I couldn't settle to anything so mindless chores, the gym with loud music, powerwashing and more but eventually, wisely, a long loop of the scar, lots of remembrance and even some laughs.

Home in some glorious light and the first outdoor fire of the year, a fitting way to raise a glass to R and smile for a whiles (Missy is looking serious because there are snacks involved...)