Three years on

Sunday 6th June will mark three years since Jo died in my arms. A very sad day - but a welcome relief to her suffering, I think.

Each time this date rolls around, I feel the pressure to mark it in some way. At the same time, it feels strange to do this - mark what was a very sad day, rather than a happier one, like our wedding anniversary or her birthday.

Hopefully, the sun will shine and Harvey and I can go down to the beach and meet our friends, and just be together. There's also a music festival on in town, which would be nice to attend. Fitting too, given that Jo was a music teacher. By chance, I found out that it is being organised by a friend's parents - one of whom made Jo's wedding dress.

Last year, there were full on gales and we were lashed by rain - so lots of happy thoughts please, to keep the raingods at bay.

I also have about 20 Chinese lanterns that have yet to be launched. I have tried a few times - but so far have almost set a telegraph pole, the neighbour's house, a field of dry grass and myself on fire. Hopefully, the wind won't be too strong and we can do them on Sunday night?

Next year, this day falls on a Monday. Maybe that will remove the feeling of pressure to do something (which is all internal by the way).

What makes all this so much easier, is having someone to talk about it - someone who understands EXACTLY what I mean. She has kept me sane for the last two and a half years, and I love her a great deal. My island princess, x