I had originally planned to make a big deal yesterday out of the fifth anniversary of Iggy’s death, but on the day I didn’t feel like dwelling on this too much, and didn’t want a social media notification overload, so we got on with life as normal for us.
I did manage my traditional thing of retracing the steps of a long walk with Iggy.
This year, instead of walking alone steeped in nostalgia, I ran some of the same route, with my friend Zoe as part of a 12-mile training run.
Grieving is different for each individual, especially for those of us who experience alexithymia and get overwhelmed easily.
Ausome Charlie 