Sadness is still with me. Last night after I went to bed I so wanted to be with my Dad. I miss him so much. So badly. I always got great comfort by being with him. Even when he was really ill, he would smile at me and tease me.
I can hardly believe my sister has been gone for two years. My playmate and confidante. She was so beautiful and cheerful, not moody like me.
I have still not adjusted to autumn weather. Yesterday evening when I opened my window for the night, the air was warm. Yet winter footwear is needed, and a jacket. I love leaving the house only needing to slip on my shoes.
I am still in shock from the onslaught from Abby G Poetree.
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 