It's been a while.
I've had a difficult set of death-anniversary, funeral-aversary, and then Timehop decided that for the first time ever it would show me the posts from 7 years ago when Rich went Abroad to the Land of Sand. Then we had Remembrance Sunday, and that was full of emotion, and then we had Armistice, and even at school I bawled my eyes out during the 2 minutes silence.
I think it's just one of those years.
That's ok. It is. It's damp and tissue filled and headachy (I always get a headache when I cry) and quiet in many ways.
It's also full of new gearbox for the camper, lots of camping, the He-Ex has a new job which has changed everything but he is loving it, which is fab, and the AC has joined the Cadets.
Monday he gets enrolled after 8 weeks of Training-Flight, and he will have uniform and there will be blues and greys and greens and boots and parade shoes and all that in the house again. He's loving it. Absolutely loving it.
It's all good. You have to find the shiny side. If I ever can't, I only have to look at the boy, who finds the shiny side over and over again.