Just a quickie as Son is here, watching Match of the fucking Day, but ready for bed soon and sleeping in here.

Today was good. YD is amazing for thinking of it, and as always with her, considering all the details of how we might feel, what comforts we might need. We didn't talk about the MS in the way that we planned, because we'd spent two hours talking and thinking about how she'd been before, and conjured her into being, in our minds at least. It felt like spending a couple of hours with the old ED and we didn't need bringing back to reality just yet. That's gonna be back in our faces soon enough.

And asking people to write something was inspired, creating new pictures of the old her. Some of them came by email, like this that I've copied, from a friend of YD's:

"I always loved seeing ED. She was very loud, very bossy, brutally honest and she had a fabulous laugh. A force to be reckoned with. It was always good fun. She bossed us around like crazy but it was nice. I liked that she felt comfortable enough with me to be like that. We went to stay with her one weekend. I think GS was a little toddler?!? The thing I remember the most is staying in her bed all day watching sliding doors on repeat and she cooked us the best pork chops I've ever eaten! I really enjoyed that weekend. She liked mummying us. She was born to be a mum and as a result when she had gs she was a natural. I admired how she never flapped. Her kindness and smile have been passed onto GS. A very loving soul with a positive outlook on life."

And he's here now, hustling me away, so I'll be off. Grateful for family; friends; kindness; memories; acceptance

Love xxx