Get your Kilt on

Well I just might find a kilt and take it for a walk. I have until September to think about it. I picked up these leaflets when I was back at the coal face this morning for a bereavement session and also to hand in a cheque from a friend who is now the proud possessor of His Lordship’s cycling saddle bag and wanted to give a donation to a charity of my choice.

I know His Lordship would have run a mile from such a gathering and in fact he told a story of an escape which involved climbing down a fire escape in the middle of the night from such a weekend event after a family bereavement.

But it was cathartic to be amongst other women going through the early stages of loss and grief and being able just for an hour not to have to think about my granddaughter’s loss at a far more vulnerable age knowing that her world has collapsed in an instant and will never be the same again.

She is coming to the Dower House tonight for dinner with her boyfriend and I will try and keep her spirits up in view of the day she has to endure tomorrow.

Apparently Google has digitised a letter of consolation from Einstein to a friend who had been recently widowed where he assures his friend that the passing of time felt by humans is not real. I’m not sure if that is any help at all and I won’t be able to understand the theory or the practicalities of any of it.