The day after

It was grey again.  We had stayed in the hotel and after breakfast had a walk around the park.  We all felt sad, mentally, physically and emotionally drained.

We dropped James back at the flat and it was sad and empty without Aimee and tears flowed.  I didn't want to leave him but he needed some space so we drove around the M25 once again. 

In some respects the time after the funeral is almost worse as before then all the focus is on 'the day' and then afterwards you just feel like you are falling off a cliff (in slow motion) especially with all the Christmas stuff going on around?  However our mantra over the last two years has been 'a day at a time and a step at a time' and I think that will stand us in good stead over the coming months and years.