After the storm
Is there a special kind of man to admit that you’re wrong.
Yes that sentence is confused.
It is what happens when you have little sleep and you don’t know how to say you are shocked. It has been a few months since mum passed and I am a broken heart and destroyed mind. I have had some good days but in all honesty I don’t know what to do or think any more.
Most of us will lose our parents at some point. It is hard to think about and even harder to live through. What is perhaps even worse is losing them early or even before you are born. If you are reading this and you have your folks or even one parent then reach out to them now because love is a precious gift. One we too often take for granted when it shines like a constant source. Then one day that light is gone and half the world is shadow. Then the other light goes and most of the world is dark.
We should love each other. We only have each other, after all.
I miss my mum.
And I think about her everyday.