Wednesday

BP first thing and I had arranged to meet Ian who used to do some gardening for us.  He got the train from where he is staying and I drove us home.

OH had hired a scarifyer to de thatch the lawn and they raked up lots and lots of moss.  Hopefully will green up and the bald patched grow back.  Ian is such a gentle soul and I could hear them chatting as they worked.  Such a kind man and I wish I could either win the lottery or have a magic wand.

I was messaging James this evening and also messaging the tattoo place in Brighton (watch this space) and James sent me a picture that he would like to have turned into a tattoo on his leg.  His hand holding Aimee's in her final hours.   

Easy dinner - gamon in the air fryer.

I have finished the book I was re-reading 'When Breath Becomes Air' by Paul Kalanithi - I first read this around 10 years ago but it is so much more relevant and poignant now.  Amazing book and so beautifully written if you are looking for reading material.  Made me sad and cry in places.  Also makes me wonder if Aimee knew what was happening in her final days and hours.  Frightens me that maybe she did and was she worried, anxious, scared or hopefully floating on a cushion of morphine and was just feeling warm and happy and could see the bright white light beckoning her?