Because Eoghan was asleep, I hopped out and nipped in with our 5l drum of water and went about watering and making sure everything looked nice. As I was doing that, it struck me.
How familiar all these actions have become! How normal. Yet when we stop and think we still get the overwhelming feeling of:
How the hell did we get here? Did this really happen?
No matter how much time passes and no matter how used to all this we get, it will always be the most bizarre feeling standing there. It will always feel wrong not having Patrick there with us as we do all those normal, every-day and fun things we do as a family.
It's becoming a familiar strangeness that often is hard to put into words or to understand.
Miss you lots, Sproggy-pops.
