Rivington

Picked Tracey up today. Was hoping to bring her to see you, but they haven’t got you ready yet. We will be there as soon as they let us.

Went for a walk up Rivington too. Tracey got upset after seeing where we lost you. But think it’s something we have all needed to do.

Showed her the poem I would like to say at the crem, which had us both crying. You’d probably be laughing at us if you saw us.

Realised grief is a very odd thing. It has no set path or plan, just smacks you in the face at random times for random things. A song, a memory, a thought is all it takes to make you stop in your tracks.

Had a message off your transplant buddy today. You’d be very proud of her. Came first with her team at the transplant games! Said she gave her all for you, and was talking to you through out the match.

Missing you lots. X