I’ve spent a fair bit of time with some of you recently. As for others, I’ve probably had you on my mind. This week I’ve been learning about grief, and about love.
Today I’ve been thinking about Amy’s legacy. I think Neddy got it right (she often does, though I don’t think she realises it). She said, Amy makes you want to do a better job of your life, simply because she’s not here anymore to do it herself. In fact, it’s now our responsibility. To me, this is her legacy.
This thought caused me to shed tears, and it hurt. It hurt to realise once more that this darling girl isn’t here anymore. The beauty of it is Amy made a difference just by being here, it simply came naturally to her – she did it because she couldn’t comprehend living any other way. Cliches and stereotypes exist for a reason, they exist because some people embody them. The Happy Husband said to me today that we should feel priviledged to have a met a cliche – someone for whom all the beautiful cliches were written. Well put my dear, well put.
I think this is a work in progress, and I’m not quite sure how I feel about posting this blog – but it’s what I’m thinking, it’s where I’m at and it’s why I’m sitting here at 3am.