The sky outside is blue and the sun is shining. Would that the light and warmth could reach my heart, and remove this sickening dread that has made itself comfortable there; soothe the waves of anxiety that engulf and cripple me.
If this blue sky and shining sun were in spring, and if Andrew hadn’t died, he would want to take his bike for a ride. But no, it is winter! A winter of such discontent as we have never seen before.
Andrew’s bike is sitting lonely and cold in the drive, and be it spring or winter; he’ll never ride it again!
My darling Andrew, my sweetest Tigger, at least I hope you find a nice sturdy cloud up there for you to ride and bounce on.
I love you,