“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.”
W H Auden, 1907-1973, Anglo-American poet
Certain days are harder than others. Today is the 13th anniversary of my husband’s death. So I will spend time with my children and later meet a friend in an attempt to stay out of that dark cave that always awaits me on this day.
“Fly free; Soar high; Breathe easy.”
R.I.P Robert Paisley Baxter 1.11.29 – 22.04.98
Back tomorrow. See you then.
I choose how I will spend the rest of my life 