During the year I have been wondering what to do this Christmas, the 1st anniversary of Davy's death. Should I stay home and tough it out, or leave that for another year?. In the autumn I had a devastating shock and impetuously decided "to hell with it, I'll leaving toughing it out for another year".
So at 0400 last Friday morning, in the company of my granddaughter, her husband, my two great-grandaughters and two great-grandsons, we headed out for Fuerturventura where the sun always shines, leaving behind a freezing and gridlocked UK and we won't be home until the 27th.
Christmas in the sun isn't quite the same, but none of us relished the thought of this impending anniversary at home. Will it make us feel better? Of course not, it's simply a "geographical", but the pain of staying at home was even more unbearable.
And looking at Sky News I think that we have made the right decision, but will it ease up long enough to get back home again? This is the question.
One thing that this year has bought is the realisation that Davy and I made wonderful friendships. They have stayed close and watched over me. Without their love and the love and support of my family, life would have been much, much harder. I am so blessed.
Miss Piggy - "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye."
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