Ides of March
It’s been 12 months, 31 days, 15 hours
28/02/23
I can’t believe it’s already a year, it doesn’t feel like a year. It seems just like yesterday I was woken up by a call to inform me of your passing. It seems like just yesterday yet so much time without being able to call you or message just to check how you doing or as an SOS and you would always step into my mess and fix it even though you were thousands of kilometres away
It still hits hard that I will never get to experience any more moments with you. Should I ever have kids they will never get to know you, you would have been an awesome grandad just like you were a father, husband, son, brother, uncle, and friend. You were silent but loved so hard in your actions.
I moved out of the place you have seen me crying about. I know if you were around my bank account would have a little celebratory gift or my phone would have been ringing for days on end just to make sure I was okay. It hits hard that you will never be here to be part of the small and big wins that are sure to come.
02/03/23
It’s my birthday today…everything hurts. I am not okay. I woke up and I was numb, had to force myself to be grateful I’m still here but I honestly don’t see the point of it.
