I had to take my son to the doctor today for a delayed reaction to a bee sting he got two weeks ago. On the way home I just burst into tears because it just hit me that this is the first school year that my dad will not be here to see his grandkids. He was the only person who cared about every little thing they did. My 7 year old is going in to a mixed 2nd/3rd grade class for advanced 2nd graders and his grandpa would have been so proud and so excited to hear it. I wish I had someone to hold me right now or just once in awhile and tell me everything is going to be okay..
Posts You May Be Interested In
A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
Today is my 25th birthday, to my somewhat lack of surprise I can see already no one really seems to care. I've always been the kinda person to make sure that everyone I Care about feels appreciated and knew somebody had their back. I can count 4 times this year when I Went out of my way to make sure a "friend" felt good on their birthday, especially if they got left hanging. Its early in the...