Emerging damselfly

It took quite a while for the damselfly to emerge from its nymph costume. Fascinating to watch though.

The funeral director came this morning and brought Mr T home along with his wedding ring, and the flowers and light from the service. She is an amazing lady. She told me I would want him back home with me. She was right. I knew it as soon as I came home on Saturday. I know we're all different. When she took Mum home Dad wouldn't let Mum in the house she had to stay in the garage. 

With him back it felt OK to put the chairs back in the summer house into the wheelchair space. I was then able to tidy up the ones under the verandah. 

I had a project meeting this afternoon, and also got some feedback from yesterday that the project team had received lots of positive feedback about the public contributors yesterday and how we were included by the project team. That was really good. It took a very brave face to go yesterday but I'm glad I did. I know it's what Mr T would want me to do. He told me I had to. He asked me about this time last year what would I be doing if I wasn't looking after him, and I replied without needing to think that I couldn't imagine my life without him. It's hard to think that four weeks ago was the last night we had together.

When I opened my eyes after the meditation this evening a feather floated across the veranda roof. I take strength from these signs. Mum and David are telling me they're still looking out for me. I realise now that I have't grieved the loss of Mum. The funeral director runs a bereavement group. I can't go tomorrow but I will join it next time if I can. She is a very astute person. She also praised a certain Blipper for her public speaking, and vigilance for chocolate thieves!

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