Stephen died on the 11th September last year aged 57. In some ways it seems a long time ago, but mostly it is like it has just happened.
It is the most painful thing that has ever happened in my life. I go from being devastated to very angry. How dare he die!!!
We bought a run down house in a tiny village in a very rural farming area of France (Stephen was a Francophile but no matter how hard he tried and how many lessons he had, the language just never sank in)
At first I was going to sell the house in France, not worth much but I was scared of doing the journey (Central France is a heck of a long way from just outside London)
I have been back once since Stephen died, but with a friend. Although she would not drive an inch on the entire journey of 16 hours and didn't like France, she was there.
I have bitten the bullet and have booked to go on my own (with our 2 naughty little terriers)
I am trying very hard to hold on to what Stephen always said "apart from illness and death, in a free world they cannot take your breath away"
OK if I go wrong I will put up my hands and get on with it.
I am determined to do this and am sure you will all wish me luck.
Love, good health and good wishes to all Gill xxx