Oh dear!

I was just looking at some comments that people had written when, unfortunately, I accidentally deleted them. I am so sorry. This isn’t supposed to happen. I thought I had totally got to grips with this particular technology. Not so! So, if you have written in over the last few days and there’s no trace of it up on the site you’ll know why….

I remember one comment in particular - from a widow whose husband had died in hospital after a long, hard struggle. Her story was very moving. She said that she just couldn’t stop thinking of all that horrible, bedside paraphernalia and, of course, the sight of her husband getting weaker and weaker. She wondered if those images would ever go – thoughts, shared it seems, by her daughter.

I too had my share of this. For a long time after Mike’s death, I couldn’t picture him in my mind’s eye without thinking of those last few days. All the good, the warm and the loving memories were totally obliterated by the sights and sounds of that terrible time.

It took quite a while for those thoughts to fade and for other pictures, of happier times, to take their place. Sometimes even now I can feel myself back there but rarely. My son - possibly like the writer’s daughter - has found it even harder than I did to clear his mind of the scenes stored in his head as if by a camera’s “freeze frame”. Now though, even his pictures of that time have faded and, like me, he is able to think of his father and recall happier times.

Anyway, once again – sorry….