Getting away from it all

Last week we took the opportunity to stay in a cottage up in the Highlands with the children, for a change of scenery and some time away from it all.

We did lots of "normal" family things: we went for walks; we went to the park; we had water fights.  We had picnics in the garden; we went fishing; we played football.

We picked daisies.  Lots of daisies. 

Daisy was never far from my thoughts. 

I hid my sadness from the children as best I could.  It wasn't quite so easy to hide the sadness from my husband; he knows me better than I know myself.

It was good to get away.  It was good to breathe different air, to focus on different things.

But the saddest part of all, was coming home.  And realising that the grief is still there, as painful as ever, and getting away from it all won't make the grief go away.  The only thing I can do, is live through the grief - live it, bear it - one day at a time.

Debbie