Grief layered upon grief.
How to rise up from beneath?
How to breathe with the weight
Of all that is lost
Of all you have left behind.
Bad things happen to good people
And you were of the sweetest kind.
So now we trudge through,
We ache with pain
We reel in anger
Whilst retaining strength for your boys
Who were your world,
Who are now all that matter.
My beautiful niece (who was more like my kid sister), Jay.
Flying high with the angels and her beloved Grandma.
June 1987 – August 2021
Life is precious. Kindness is everything. Tell the people you love what they mean to you. Hug them, show them. Enjoy each and every moment, because we can never know when our time here will be over.
Grief comes in waves.
Sometimes like needles; fast and painful.
Other times like a blanket; soft and gentle.
And I miss her, my mum.
Yet there is so much more undone.
To face, reason with, and explore.
But for now I simply seek beauty in each step,
Whilst forever missing those words:
“I love you, pet.”
My mum: October 1938 ~ July 2021
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