I've been a terrible correspondent regarding blogging lately.  I've felt that nothing is important enough to write nor to read or remember.  One year already.  We had a small gathering last Saturday at Jussi's home.  Jussi's mother and grandma had done wonderful salads, pies and cakes.  There were both families and closest relatives and friends.  Jussi's mother said some very beautiful words, I couldn't.  Afterwards we went to the cemetary and lit candels and left some flowers on the grave.  Later at home we had Tuuli's best friend and her boyfriend visiting.  We looked at Tuuli's photos, had pizza and talked.  The day was really heavy, as the whole week had been, thinking every day that day a year before when Tuuli was still with us  It feels like no time has past, the feeling is still as tense.  Really only a thin layer on the surface and a tiny scratch lets the memories and feeling of the lost appear.

On Sunday we finished packing in the house and it is ready now for the new tenants.  We are officially living in the country now.  Moving on in our life.  Physical work was good remedy after a spiritually hard day before.  Jouni drove with the car fully packed first to Heini's where we left, me and Heini, and Jouni continued to our place in the middle of Finland.

Heini and me were off to a trip to London on Monday - more about it in a minute.