Me, Mum and Dad at my Masters degree graduation
Empty chairs, empty mailbox, empty heart, empty voicemail.
It’s been 5 years now since we lost you and it never seems to get easier. As the years go by I become less and less tolerant of complainers, of people who never seem satisfied with their life, their lot, their appearance, their fitness, whatever it is, they just aren’t satisfied.
I look around me. Life is tough, I often feel it’s unfair, but I’m alive to breathe another day. Sadly, you aren’t that lucky. Continue reading
