Two Years Without Angela

Today marks two years since I lost Angela. Two years since the world shifted beneath my feet and life became something I didn’t recognise.

Grief is such a strange companion. Some days it feels softer now, like a shadow walking beside me. Other days it rushes back with full force — sharp, raw, and overwhelming — as if it happened only yesterday.

I miss her laughter, her wisdom, the little everyday moments that stitched our lives together for 37 years. That kind of love doesn’t fade with time; if anything, the missing grows deeper as the reality of her absence stretches on.

But as I walk these miles around Britain’s coast, I carry her with me. Angela is in the wind that challenges me, the seas that surround me, the kindness of strangers I meet along the way. She is the reason I keep going — for love, for memory, for hope.

Two years without her feels impossible. And yet here I am, still walking, still remembering, still loving her with every step.

For Angela. Always. 💔