Last year in Kent, in the seventh month (according to the Roman calendar) I stumbled across some history on a cliff top which I have been wanting to share with you ever since.

A lovely way to remember our past

And finally this month as I seek my #SevenForSeptember I have a great reason to share it. There’s even a seven in the name of his squadron.

You may recall that last September it caused me huge distress to even pick up my camera let alone use it, but fortunately now I am now able to use a camera again. Although this month I do not have my usual camera with me in the USA. That one is playing up so I am exploring the US with Robert’s camera. A challenge to start using a different camera but another way to keep him with me. I am missing him so much on this trip; especially the daily planning and reflection, his smile and his reassuring presence on the challenging days. Making new memories without him is hard, but I am enjoying my travels and for the next four days I am meeting up with first friends and then family so will have plenty of opportunities to talk about both him and my trip. I am also thanks to my aphantasia travelling with a couple of framed pictures of him, and this will make you smile – they are square frames!

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  1. This is very moving and shows your way through such loss. Am glad you have squared us all up with this challenge and can be with you as you find new photographs and ways of being. Hope trip is going well. It seems a fantastic opportunity.

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  2. Becky, I started my blog as a way to deal with my grief over losing my husband. I’d written a book chronicling his illness, death, and the first 8 years afterwards. It was my intention to make it a blog about dealing with grief but in short order changed from “Grieflessons” to “Lifelessons.” I know well how hard it is to deal with, though. It took me 8 years

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    1. I think lifelessons is a good description as no matter how much time passes we are still living with the loss. Grief simply becomes gentler over time, but there can still be days years later when it catches us unaware with intensity. Sending you hugs

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