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.
Today marks 7 months to the day that we found out that you had died. Time is unkind…If only grief understood.
I feel so numb lately, so intensely flat, spent and empty. I look at your photo and the reality just doesn’t gel in my psyche