Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Heading home

I'm at Heathrow.

Tired. Stressed. Tearful. I cried 3 times in public yesterday and twice already today.

It's all catching up on me.

Don't know how I'll do hours and hours of travelling now.
4 hours sleep last night. Locked up the house and left it.
Step-mum in hospital getting stronger. She is determined to get home now.

I scatterd my Dad's ashes under   a damson tree covered with a rambling rose in his garden.
Scattering ashes is the strangest experience. I'll write another time.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you're getting some much needed rest and TLC since you got home.