Normally I dread summer. The memories, the anxiety, the blasted flies. It's not a season I anticipate with joy.
But this year, it has been different. The memories are still there; losing a wonderful friend suddenly will never be forgotten. But the years carry on and the hurt and sadness is soothed by time.
And I've learned to take time out. To ease down my work; to not suddenly stop which allows the demons to seep into my mind.