But I would not give you false hope (no) On this strange and mournful day Looking out across our home’s deck as the temperatures plummeted, the dreariness of the scene hit me rather hard. As the thermometer continued to drop into the minus teens Fahrenheit, memories of walking along the beach at Manly or taking in the view from our cruising yacht seem to be fading quickly. And yet, as Paul Simon wrote so long ago, on this strange and mournful day , I would not give you false hope as it wasn’t just the drop in temperature or the bleakness of the scenery that led to our melancholy but rather, the very clear ending of one of life’s chapters. Doors may close, they say, but windows will open. Or is it the other way around, I can never seem to get this right. But the combination of birthdays, anniversaries and an upcoming change in scenery has hit us hard and a reminder, as you might guess, that you cannot wait-out time. And have we had many memorable times particularly those that left us...