“You are almost forty Lucy and this is the natural cycle of life. Now cop on and move on!” Then I try to be softer with myself. I know you would have been. You loved and comforted, but still managed to have and set high standards. I still miss you terribly though and so often. Just this morning even I got hit sideways by that most physical of sensations. WHAT? You are gone, gone from this life? I so desperately want to be able to see you and hear you and hold you again. Those are all physical sensations too.