No words. Nothing like that has happened to me. I feel - not sympathy, that has half of pathetic in it. Just - I feel your raw pain. Take the time you need to grieve. Grief never goes away. It gets less raw. Eventually. Garden. Dogs. Wild places. XXX
Brave lass. And a good writer. This is a moving read. Strange coincidence but I too remember Dom’s voice on the podcast that day, sounding like his heart was torn out of him. Lucy, I cannot imagine your feelings on hearing it but your courage in writing with honest recall does you credit. David was a journalist and the best of them, like David, have a high calling. I never knew him except through his writing and broadcast work, but I feel his loss. Keep writing, Lucy, write as the spirit moves you. ‘Nothing is lost, time is redeemed and wonders will never cease.’
No words. Nothing like that has happened to me. I feel - not sympathy, that has half of pathetic in it. Just - I feel your raw pain. Take the time you need to grieve. Grief never goes away. It gets less raw. Eventually. Garden. Dogs. Wild places. XXX
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He would want you to be happy Lucy.. to remember him with a smile. The morning will come. My love to you and your best friends Leo and Bella x
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Brave lass. And a good writer. This is a moving read. Strange coincidence but I too remember Dom’s voice on the podcast that day, sounding like his heart was torn out of him. Lucy, I cannot imagine your feelings on hearing it but your courage in writing with honest recall does you credit. David was a journalist and the best of them, like David, have a high calling. I never knew him except through his writing and broadcast work, but I feel his loss. Keep writing, Lucy, write as the spirit moves you. ‘Nothing is lost, time is redeemed and wonders will never cease.’
Oh my love xx