Good news

This is a photo of a photo that sits at my bedside.

Nearly 4 years ago I was devastated by the news that my best friends husband had died suddenly of a heart attack, leaving R aged 44 with two teenage boys. I had known D and R since we met at college at 18/19 and they had supported me through some pretty hard times. The shock of his death hit me hard and being at the other side of the world was one of the toughest things I had had to deal with. I keep this picture at the side of my bed to remind me of him.

Anyway tonight I was in bed when the phone lit up. It was R ringing to congratulate me on my new job. And..... To tell me her news .... She has met someone and will likely be getting married.

I am so happy for her I could cry, in fact I am, as I type. I looked straight away at this photo and knew without a doubt that D would be pleased she had met someone else. But the tears too are for the fact that this truly means he has gone. But not from my heart or thoughts, ever.