I know, I vanished again. The truth is, we've had a rotten few weeks and I've been an emotional mess. I'd like to blame it on the hormones, but that wouldn't be honest.
Three weeks ago, we found out that someone very dear to us - particularly to Boy - had made the difficult decision to stop his cancer treatment. The cancer had spread so rapidly in the month prior that there wasn't much more could be done.
A couple of days after that, this lovely man was given just 2 weeks to live. Sadly, he passed away less than 2 days later. He was peaceful, at home with his family, but that doesn't make the news any less sad or his loss any less painful.
In only 5 months from diagnosis, cancer took a happy, healthy, newly retired 61 year old and made him fade away and lose his battle. We're so glad that we managed to see him one final time just 36 hours before he passed, and we will forever treasure the special memories we hold of him. He may not have been a blood relative, but he was very much family and we will always think of him in those terms.
RIP Mr Jones, we miss you terribly x