Tomorrow is the first anniversary of Owen’s death. I’m going underground for a few days. Angus has taken me up on my offer to take the day off as well, although he’s already warned me he may or may not spend it feeling sad. Which is of course fine by me. No specific plans – we’ll just hang out and create some space around us. We each remember Owen in our own way every day and I’m not feeling inclined to frame this as a celebration. . . But, I’m feeling both protective and vulnerable, and of course missing Owen so very much. So, some time off.
A year. Such a long time. And no time at all.