V- you're right. Walking is very therapeutic. I need to get daily walks back into my routine. I played golf today (badly mostly) but had lovely company. I parred some holes & totally stuffed up others (story of my golf really! I am so inconsistent!)
Last night D invited himself for dinner & Snooker. It would have been my brother's 60th birthday, so we toasted him with a Single Malt Scotch whisky in the glasses he gave me for my 21st birthday. For those who don't know, he committed suicide at the age of 25. I did not feel overly sad, but felt it was an occasion for remembrance & also an opportunity to celebrate life.
As our son, D, was about to leave, at 9.30pm, a car appeared in our driveway & it was our other son, R & a friend. It was a total coincidence but, to cut a long story short, we had a big night, with vinyl records, lots of Snooker, lots of laughs, some crazy behaviour & a very late night.
I went off to golf without a hangover ( I did show lots of restraint) & a feeling that it was a fitting way to "celebrate" my brother's life. Whichever way you look at it, a life shortened at 25 years is a tragedy. Life is too good to waste. Lots of love to anyone reading my diary xoxo Cate