And it is still true. That is the part I want to be clear about. I would take those fifty hours over anything else I have.
And when I say the happiest month of my life to people, what they picture is not that.
They picture a wedding in a hospital room with the staff in the doorway, which did happen, and which lasted eleven minutes.
And I have never once corrected the picture.
Because fifty hours of a man too breathless to speak is not a thing people can do anything with.
What I have never said.
I did the same thing.
I came back to Barrowmere in the March of 2024 and I have told everybody — my sister, the two women I worked with, the celebrant, anybody who has ever asked — that I wanted to come home.
And that is true.
And in the January of 2024, at Cantrell, in a front room, on a laptop, I looked him up.
