…living in London.

I am writing in a beautiful notebook that Rosie gave me for Christmas, dutiful god-daughter that she is. I do wonder sometimes what Sarah and Hugh were thinking asking me, their non-religious friend, to be godmother to their first born child, but they were adamant. There’s more to spiritual guidance and being a godmother, they said, than belonging to and going to church. I’ve certainly enjoyed it though it’s hard to believe she’s a teenager now.

I must have read somewhere that writing to a loved one who has died helps to move through bereavement and I…