Willy is in the bath.Tom is at Cubs.
Today I could feel a big hollow in my chest. Or is it tightness….? Sometimes it’s fiery… Angry. Sometimes Blazing.
I spent the day with a gorgeous friend. A friend who understands. I don’t have to try and explain. He gets it. He is 12 months on… We stood and cried… Without saying much. Just knowing. 
Then we just carried on as normal… He cuts my hair. We talk shop. We swop ideas, facts, golden nuggets of advice. We talk dreams. We laugh. We plan. We talk Vegas.
He filled the hollow with a little love and attention. A lot of compassion.
And that’s all I needed. 

Willy is in the bath. And Tom is at Cubs.