Today is the second anniversary of the death of my wife Dymphna.
I still grieve deeply over her departure. I miss her sorely every day, but the level of suffering is considerably less than it was on the first anniversary. Grief becomes an accustomed condition, a familiar if unwelcome companion. From the horror of those early months I’ve moved into a state of contemplative melancholy, one that does not preclude interludes of enjoyment and even happiness.
The future Baron is here for the day, and in a little while we’ll be going down to lay fresh flowers on the grave. Posting may be light today, but there will at least be a news feed this evening.
Requiescat in pace, Dymphna.
UPDATE: After replying to two comments, I realized that I couldn’t possibly individually thank everyone who offered his or her condolences. So here’s my general thank-you to everyone: I appreciate your kind and thoughtful responses. And I know Dymphna left a lot of fans behind who miss her.