Is there joy in sadness?
When I manage to get Mr Mog to eat a third of a bowl of spicy soup. Or as this morning a full glass of home made smoothie.
There is even laughter when we ponder his ashes final resting place. When he mentions the Lake District and I tell him I am not climbing striding edge
But that his nephews , keen cyclists as Mr Mog was, must do the deed.
Or when we fix the ever present back brace into place and I tell him he is my bionic man.
There is sadness and tears aplenty . The thought of being without this lovely gentle man is heartbreaking, as is the helplessness I feel that I can't fix it. Can't make him better, can't wave a magic wand or do a spell to make things how they were.
So we enjoy each day, each thing we achieve. Each other
Because in the end that's all you can do.