Helen has Gone Home

It is 2.45am on a Monday morning and Helen has just driven off in the shuttle bus to Brisbane Airport.  She has put her bed linen in the washing machine and I can hear it rumbling away in the back ground.  Louis is sleeping near bye having woken up to say good bye to Helen.


On Saturday we visited my oldest friends B and J and had lunch with them.

Yesterday morning I took Helen to the river where she took photos of Margaret's spot.  The tide had come in and obliterated all signs that she had been there.

This week I have a little tidying up to do around the house and garden.  Next Monday I am going away for a week's break.  I will be taking the Tilt Train from Cooroy to Cairns, staying in the Mercure Harbourside Hotel for four nights and returning on the Sunlander on the Saturday.

The idea is to have a complete change of location and life style for a few days before coming back home to start the next phase of my life.

It is by shear coincidence that I go away on the sixth of December as this will be the 54th anniversary of meeting Margaret which started the previous phase of my life.

I am getting my little folding bicycle out to go shopping on today as I don't have to rush home to care for Margaret or visit her in hospital.  As I said in my my first post thinking of her in the past tense is still difficult.

Life Goes On

This my first post. 

I now have to find something to occupy my time as I don't want to sit at home and mope.  Margaret wouldn't have wanted that.

The most difficult thing is thinking of Margaret in the past sense.