Well, I think that is what happened. We were sitting together this morning, and she told me she had thought happy thoughts of Fred yesterday, without crying. Which I thought was good. I mean, we miss him. And three weeks is a long time to be without him. But I am beginning to be used to it and I hope she is too.
And then they played a nice song on the radio called “All I want for Christmas is you”. And Mummy started crying again. I just snuggled her and let her carry on till she’d stopped. Then she blew her nose and we cuddled each other again.
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Oh, Vic. I know how hard it is for Mummy. It’s been almost a year since M died, and I still cry. I want nothing to do with Christmas this year, but am trying not to be such a Super Grump, for the boys’ and birds’ sakes.
I haven’t heard that song this year, but if I did I know I’d start bawling. I was saying to your Uncle just yesterday that the only thing I want for Christmas is the thing I can’t have. And, of course, I cried. Poor Uncle W, putting up with all my melodrama.
Hang in there, Vic, and continue to be a supportive snuggler for Mummy. I’m very proud of you.
XXXOOO
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Aw, Auntie Dawn. I’d snuggle you too if I could ❤ ❤
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Aw! I know you would, Sweetpea. That’s one of the many reasons why I adore you.
[virtual cuddles]
Auntie Dawn
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