I am, I suppose, "getting through it", but while I cope with grief I've found I'm viewing my life a whole lot differently. Everything seems much more real, and, therefore, much more finite. I suppose it's not exactly a terrible point of view, as I feel I've been appreciating small moments as they occur.
I'm still not feeling terribly articulate, so in the meantime I thought I'd share a few photos I took while I was away from Melbourne and in Port Fairy, my hometown on the coast of Victoria. This was during the period when my family and I were flitting in and out of my grandmothers room to escape the immensity of what was happening, and the period that followed.