The headstone

The headstone

I don’t know whether it’s the weather or not, but everything is quite literally up the creek for me the last few days.. How on earth do I do this?  This is not the way it’s supposed to be…I should not be composing this, I can’t do it alone I have realised.  Since I have been out to his gravesite a number of things have happened.  First of all, my anxiety is through the roof!  I feel down and depressed….

Almost one year

Almost one year

It is killing me inside that soon we are marking the one year anniversary of my son’s death.  Just writing those words were difficult.  Time is an odd thing, sometimes feels like I saw him only last week but my subconscious knows that almost one year has passed…I had to stand at the grave site of my son.  It doesn’t seem possible that I have survived this.