This year seems to be about numbers.
Every day we have covid-19 details thrown at us and maybe because I live in Singapore but have loved ones in Malaysia, I sense it more by looking at the statistics of both these countries. We begin to get a habit of waiting to see if things are better or not with the numbers given. It's unhealthy, I suppose, to allow stuff like this to dictate some part of our day. Yet imperceptibly it has!
However, 26/3/2021 is special. It's been 30 years since Doug died.
I still vividly recall how that morning started yet I cannot remember much after I saw him in the mortuary.
When he died, I tried very hard to think of the future without him. He had always been there for me. He was always loving and giving. I leaned on his support for everything. But oh, how I've learnt to stand on my own two feet since then!!
30 years ago, Jared was only 4 years old.
30 years ago, I was only 32 years old.
We've come a long way since 1991 but one thing hasn't changed for both of us, Doug is a huge part of who we are.
Today we celebrate him because we are richer for having had the privilege of being a part of his life.
Reflections of a love lost. Click link to watch Heart Shots Presentation
