Friday, 3 July 2020
A year ago ...
It is exactly a year ago today (3 July) that Nick was taken to hospital, having woken in the morning unable to stand. As it turned out, he went rapidly downhill from then on and never came home again. The date stands in my mind because a) it's our second granddaughter's birthday and b) somewhat inconveniently under the circumstances I'd booked the car for its annual service.
When I decided to publish the blogs as a book, I reread them and began to edit. Sometimes, I felt sad and shed a tear. Occasionally I said to myself "Oh! I'd forgotten that". Quite often I thought - and I'm not ashamed of it - "Thank goodness I don't have to deal with that any more". Mostly it was a rueful matter of "Oh Nick! Why you?".
Well the good news is that - thanks to 110 enthusiastic supporters, a number which grows every day - the book is now 25% funded. We're already, in just over a month, one quarter funded. I won't apologise for saying "thank you" over and over again.
So very soon I shall have to go back to the manuscript to refine it further for publication. And I expect that will mean more tears and marvelling, seasoned with healthy relief.