It’s ten years since Freya died.
Some days it feels as if she only just left and could step back into our lives at any moment. Other days it’s as if we’re speeding away from her, watching her dwindle to a dot in the rear view mirror.
It seemed right to use the anniversary to remember Freya’s time on earth and we invited a few friends and family to a picnic on Shotover at her tree, and on the benches we dedicated for her.
We toasted Freya and then set to gossiping and eating and enjoying the sunshine, which is the sort of celebration she would have approved of.
We still miss her every single day.