We all ignore

much ... this after a killing of a spouse more noticeable when it is grave and not realised ... it is naturally only to catch some of us ... 

The continuation of life in void of what should have been ... I am pave in the way of much change within change and take no sillys ... 

Only the last month our daughter in time treasured together seen the picture amore tad of my ups, downs and ills ... My mouth of bitter in truth of more she did not know ... in that time ... the improvements much, the lapses such, the irritation of a skin flare up needing a course of antibiotics they cared about to adapt in getting a bit more comfort in the new home to ease those woes ...

The passage of time eliminating what is thought. The actual entirely a different matter. The moans and groans around in a part of country different. Not too disimilar in all the areas of my visits ...

Only those I connect with in the talk of hoard. I mostly listen. A town councillor. The homeless. The drunks. The lonely. The young. The old. The ills. The bereaved. A receptionist. Charity shop assistants. The shop people. The begging. The cold sales. The busking. The big issue. Fellow lone and other travellers. The chatting up. And the massive flirting. The anger. The bitterness. Others empathy. The fellow confused. The assistance in my injuries and confused state. The one time I had a melt down immediate post crisis in public and so much more ...