So, a year has passed since Jules funeral. And this morning, during mass, at the church we held the funeral, Jules got a mention.
The experience was comforting. Moving through to the end of what has been a long 2 weeks. Making the realisation that a year has gone by, it was hard, but turned out better than first thought. The fear of moving on a little less, and the pain of memories turned to happiness.
I've made it through to the end of year one. I've lost something I can never have back, and yet I'm realising I've got so many old memories to rediscover and share with everyone. Jules may have died, but until now I never truely understood the comment that her memories will always live on. Close your eyes and she's there 
