Without the help of our very good friends I don't know how we would have coped through the very hard months after Sean's death. It goes to show in times like that how valuable friends are. We could never repay the help they gave us. People ask me how am I feeling when I meet them. I usually say OK but half the time I don't know myself. Sometimes I am alright but then something triggers in my head and I just want to burst into tears. Its been a hard couple of days as we have been sorting out Sean's grave stone.
Well we have just come back from a two week camping holiday in lovely Suffolk. Callum loved every minute of it. He made loads of friends on the campsite. We put Buster into a kennel for the two weeks as a lot of the places Callum wanted to see did not allow dogs. Boy did we miss him. He nearly ate us when we picked him up.
It was good to see Callum so happy again playing with his new found friends. I must admit there was a few tearful nights thinking that Sean would have loved the holiday. I seem to get a strange guilty feeling when I am out somewhere without Sean. Even when I go fly fishing I which I loved doing very much I just cant enjoy it as much as I used to before Sean past away. I just don't have any enthusiasm for anything anymore. All I care about now is making sure Callum and Hazell are happy.
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