Dear Grace,
I hope you’re doing well, wherever you are. I often wonder where you might be now.
I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone else like you—and that’s okay. You were one of a kind, and I know it’s mission impossible to even try. I think I just need to keep moving forward, finding fulfilment in other interests. Still, as I always say to myself, “Be more Grace.”
Spanish Progress
It’s going okay, but I’m not immersing myself as much as I should. I’ve been watching far too much English and Dutch TV. To be honest, I’m feeling a bit down about my Dutch as well—my vocabulary isn’t growing as much as I’d hoped, despite spending so much time with Dutch and Belgian people.
Oh well, I guess I just need to keep trying and manage my expectations better.
Antibiotics for the Bite/Infection On My Neck
I went to the local medical center about the bite/infection on my neck. It hasn’t fully gone away, and I’m worried there might be a cyst remaining.
Getting to the right location was a bit of a journey—I was passed from one place to another until I finally got to the correct clinic in Lo Pagán. Once there, the process was relatively simple, and I had a doctor’s appointment within 24 hours. Showing my EHIC card meant there were no charges, which was a relief.
I’ve been prescribed a huge box of antibiotics—20 tablets to take every 8 hours for nearly a week. So far, so good. A whitehead has appeared, but I have to admit, after watching so many cyst removal videos on YouTube, I’m tempted to have it professionally removed and film the process.
Renewing the Bedroom and Living Room
I’ve ordered a new bed, mattress, headboard, and nightstands for our bedroom. For the lounge, I’ve gone for a new sofa, coffee table, and a sideboard for the TV. The old TV we bought at MediaMarkt will go in the bedroom since we now have a new one for the living room.
Wondering About the Kids
I have no idea how the kids are doing. I hope they’re well.
Sarah, however, seems to have become so bitter and angry—it’s as if losing you has consumed her entirely. Rutger, on the other hand, just seems so deeply sad.
I think back to how upset and confused I was after everything. But even through the pain, I’m so grateful for the time I had with you, despite the challenges with FTD.
The Belgian Arse
Dealing with the local community chairman here in Spain has been frustrating —a proper arse. He’s uninterested in any suggestions unless they come from him.
You know me—I won’t let it go.
Painful Memories
There were moments when I thought about not coming back here because the memories felt too painful. Driving between San Javier and San Pedro, and seeing the place where you fell off your bike, brought it all back.
But I’m glad I returned. This was the place you chose, and it truly is wonderful.
The Urn
I’m still struggling to find the right urn. The glass-blown one I saw in the UK, with the tealight holder, was far too small. So, I’ve started looking locally in Spain. I’ve found a glass-blowing museum in Cartagena and have contacted someone there via instant messenger. They’re going to ask around to see if any friends are interested in helping.
For me, this will take as long as it takes—I want the perfect urn for you.
I’ve also seen some lovely pendants, but I think I’ll need to explore jewelry shops in person rather than rely on online stores like Etsy.
I Miss You
I miss you so much, Grace. I’ll write to you again soon.
With all my love,
David
