Over here Mothers day is in March, normally a few days after St Patrick's day, which is the anniversary of Mum's death. I've normally done my grieving before the Sunday so that it is not so bad. Father's day is a different matter and I still spend the day awash with self pity. You would think after 8 years I'd be getting used to the idea.
I have had the oddest weekend with my emotions all over the place. I keep catching myself sobbing for no reason.. This time I have been sober for less than three weeks and I seem to remember that this and the tiredness are just early day stages and I just have to live through them. My head is in a good place it is just evrything else about me that needs to run and catch up.
Cindi and Dill, thinking of you.
Well now to get up and start another week. Hope it's a good one for all to follow
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