The peace of acceptance

The peace of acceptance

Four years on life had taken on a more peaceful turn. Ralph was not kicking quite so hard. There was more a sense of resignation and acceptance of his situation. Life had more or less returned to normal, whatever that might mean. I was picking up the pieces of my life: writing again, lecturing and doing disability consultancy work. All this helped me to keep the house afloat in terms of paying the bills and general maintenance, although Ralph, bless his heart, still helped me in this regard. Without some support from him, I would have been incredibly hard-pressed to manage...