Love.
When he went into the nursing home many years ago, from a nasty stroke. I grieved.
It was a short sad rough grieving. After all, he was still here; but it was just a different him.
At the time I thought (hoped? feared?) it would take the edge off the hurt and grieving later, when he went away.
But I was so so so wrong.
Can't say more without sounding trite.
So here's a photo.
(30 years ago)
4 Comments:
most things sound trite in the face of grief, but I wish you strength, love and time to let your grief take it's path.
xo
That's really a beautiful photo.
I'm sorry, love.
xxx
Thankyou darling ones, for your notes.
Am drinking Mudgee wine in memorium now. Excellent.
*cheers*
my thoughts are with you x
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