I haven’t always been comfortable watching After Life on Netflix.
Sometimes it’s difficult viewing, as Ricky Gervais’s character has his laptop and his videos from his late wife. The memories and ability to see her face and hear her voice.
I’m slightly jealous of that.
Lyndie and myself tended to take photographs of the kids with the other one of us in the picture, we have some with the two of us and the kids but not many where it’s both of us.
Obviously she never knew she would die and we don’t have video or her to a great extent. Maybe some 30 second clips when kids are doing daft things.
Like all bereaved people I worry about not remembering her voice. Not recalling her face or how she moved.
You want to think it’s all there in your head, but sometimes it’s not and sometimes you can’t visualise when you want to.
I think of that for the kids and being able to show them Lyndie and to keep remembering her.
So yeah, I have that issue with After Life, but it’s television and would a show about a widower work without the flashbacks that he draws upon?
I intended writing about ‘Hope is Everything’ as I had one of those experiences yesterday.
My day was going a little horribly? I was trying to reach out to one of the Schools to try and resolve matters and have a bit better common after some things earlier in the year.
I was worrying about getting away in the summer, having enough stuff, or having the right clothes.
I was maybe just lonely and feeling the cycle of meh that I can get into, perhaps a little frustrated with life.
Someone reached out and it helped. Just gave me a bit of hope and a bit of a smile.
There is hope and for all the difficult thoughts and times and issues, I have to remember that.
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