Man, grief is an evil, evil bitch.
My father died 18 months ago. But tonight it feels like it was yesterday. For reasons unknown, it hit me again tonight like a ton of bricks, like it happened yesterday.
Husbandly One is at work.
I called my brother, but no one's home.
I called my mum, but she was on the phone to my sister. "Oh, ok, no big deal, call me later." (No, I didn't tell her why I was calling.)
Guess I can scratch my sister off the list of people to call too, ha ha.
God, when will this shit EVER END?
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you can always call me... I am there for you....
xxx
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