Monday 4 October 2010

Nice Airport

One of the problems with re-entering normal life is trying not to burst into tears in public. I'm currently at Nice Airport waiting for a flight home. Last time I was here was with Kay, Nattie, Lauren & Marion on the way to Ibiza. Can't get it out of my head, but nor can I risk a meltdown.

Tricky.

5 comments:

  1. Hang in there; there are lots of people thinking of you.
    Marie-Cecile
    Ps Give my love to Marion: I think of you every day.
    And please don't stop writing, you are brilliant at it.

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  2. Hang in there Rob! When I saw the headline for this post, I thought you were commenting on the quality of an airport.... sorry I was wrong.
    One day the memory of that family time at the 'nice airport' will make you smile - a wry smile maybe.
    For now, hang in there - we're all still here for you - you know.
    Much love to everyone
    Linda xx

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  3. When I read your blog I just want to sit and have a cry with you. I am sendng a massive hug across Europe. Hold it together Rob. Life is tough but it will get easier. You and Marion are in my thoughts every minute.
    Sharon x

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  4. It is difficult, it will be difficult, it will take at least a year to pass all the things, places, happenings you've passed with Kay. And every time and place you will think of how it was with her. It is part of a process that you need to give the pain and tears a place, to remember her in a proper way. I know that you will come through this period and so will Marion and Lauren and little Nattie. But it needs time, lots of time, do not rush, give it all the time and tears it needs.
    Kindly,
    Viviane

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  5. I'm going out on a limb here to say that the one year mark is not a magical passage. Nor is the two year mark. It has been 2 years and 5 months since we lost our 28 year old in a car accident. I still have those moments when I think about the places I have been with Chip. Yes, it still hurts. In a pamplet (CareNotes) about grief, one lady wrote, "Sometimes the pain is sharp, sometimes I limp badly. Sometimes I run and even dance." You are going to go thru all these things and more. Please contact me is you need to talk. I will listen.

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