It's now late July so the anniversary of Hugh's death is looming large, in real time and in my thoughts. I don't yet know what we will do but it will inevitably be a painful time. In addition, we still have not had the inquest and are told that it could be another year before that happens. West Yorkshire is apparently very short of coroners and so have a very long waiting list but that doesn't make it any easier for those of us who are looking for 'closure' as the Americans say. I feel as if the inquest is hanging over us like the sword of Damacles, as it will surely stir up all the original pain and emotions again.
But tomorrow, we are going to see Paul again, so that will be a good day.