Tonight has been a night for gentle sadness as opposed to the utter bawling of last night.
This is a good thing, infinitely less exhausting and less traumatic for other people.
This time next week I shall be ready for back to school I hope.
I've just been sat down, writing the new calendar and diary, going back through the last years ones to see what we did and what needs to be carried forward. We had so many good times. Yes, it hurts not to write on the things we were going to do, but there will be other things that the AC and I will do instead. We will cope. We are coping.
And tonight I overheard my son talking to his friend.
"Yeah, well even though my Daddy is dead, he can still beat the monsters under the bed with only one sword."
He went to sleep tonight reading My Mega Book of Motorcycles. He's accepted that it wasn't the bikes fault, that it was just an accident. We went over it again the other night, with Hotwheels cars, and he's fine. He loves Rich, and Rich loves him.
Yesterday the Police collected the letters that I had written to the driver and the nurse and today I had a phonecall to say that they had been sent on. That the Police thought it was a kind and caring gesture. I just pray they are received in the spirit in which they were sent.
And before this degenerates into ramblingness, I'm going to bed at a fairly reasonable hour. Kinda.