It seems never-ending and the season is so appropriate but always the optimists we really do try and find joy and remind ourselves how lucky we are to be alive and to have so much in our lives. But on the dark, cold, wintery evenings....evenings like this, it can be difficult.
It seems so unfair that everything has conspired to hit at once. It starts at the end of October, the anniversary of when my own father died of the same cancer that killed Andy. He would have been 80 now, I was 32 when he died, and the mother of a 3 year old and a 1 year old.
Speaking at the launch party for Goodbye Daisy last week |