Them's The Breaks...

that your female friendships need

I did a very quick one nighter trip to Jersey last week with one of my oldest friends. I’d promised to take her to Jersey zoo for her 60th birthday but Covid intervened and then tragically, her husband and our dear friend, died very quickly from a rare stomach cancer. Our last evening with him was on Lucy’s birthday where he had two gin and tonics in our garden with his new granddaughter, son and daughter in law around the table with us and Lucy. Two days later he was gone. I knew, because he drew me in for a hug (which he never did) and said ‘goodbye darling’ that I’d never see him again.

So, the healing has taken a long time - obviously for more my friend and her children than anyone. The hugeness of his absence, the realisation for the thousandth time that he still isn’t here - it’s a lot. We had, for a long time, gone on holidays together - in fact, over twenty times, because Wendy and I counted it while we were in Jersey. We still continue to all three of us go on holiday and I am telling you, every single time, Simon makes his presence known.