Two years. Two whole years, and it feels like yesterday. I t's been a year since I last posted on this blog. I started it as a way to help me cope with the overwhelming loss and grief I experienced in the days following David's death. I find I no longer need to do that, so I haven't posted - and this blog is for me, so that's the way it is. Two years on, it still seems totally preposterous that he's gone, but carrying on living is getting a bit easier. Some things still hurt a bit - like the picture that I hung in the hallway (because that's where my art gallery is, as I can't think of anywhere else to put it). He wanted it in the living room, so while he was in hospital I moved it. It makes me sad that he didn't get to see it. (And now I come to think about it, a medium gave me a message about a picture being put where it belongs and the penny just dropped!) And TV shows that he didn't get to see - he'd've loved Loki and Strange Ne...