Decided it's the time of year and am making myself go out into the sunshine for an hour (sitting in the car with the window open - poor man's conservatory) to absorb some lovely vitamin D and defeat SAD syndrome. Yes, that's it, it's just the time of year. Nothing more than the winter blues.
Hope everything alright in Afghanistan.
The funeral was so sweet. My neighbours are simple folk and the service was full of love and both widower and son spoke so beautifully and definitely from the heart for their lost one. The local priest took the service, her surviving husband works as the caretaker of the church hall and she was certainly sent off with genuine affection and respect. It was like going back in time. The congregation returned to the house for a cup of tea and a sandwich afterwards, just for a short while and then, respects having been paid, everyone quietly said farewell and left.
Heard from H - he's going to be home soon dv and apparently his nipples bled when he did the final run with the Marines. Charming. Spoke to R and she was sweet - always a joy when it is so.
We will survive this. We have to - for the sake of those doing it. It's only because of the time of year.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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