Today being April 16, it is exactly 4 months since Clint's death and I miss him as much now as I did then.
My visit to Spain went well-I had no memories of Clint there so it was a good break. The weather was wonderful and I spent time with friends who I haven't seen for years, which was great.
Now I'm back in England I'm overwhelmingly sad, I think partly because Clint loved it so much here. My family of course are very supportive, but on the whole I find people here don't really know what to say to me and are somewhat uncomfortable around me.
I miss my wonderful friends back in Toronto and am looking forward to getting home.
I've been walking every day and yesterday came across a wood full of bluebells-such a wonderful sight. One of the difficult things is not slipping into saying to myself "I must tell Clintie about that!"

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.
Piglet - Winnie the Pooh