Yeah, feeling like its pouring over this way.
Mick and the kids went home early last week so my sisters and I could have a few extra days to sort through mum's things, and visit her grave before I came home to 'real life'.
I got a phone call on Thursday.
Yeah, another one of THOSE phone calls.
Further reinforces my fear of ever actually answering the phone...
Natalie had been in an accident at school and broken her collar bone.
Poor little chicken.
So my amazing brother Danny and his wonderful wife Adele drove me through the night to get home to my broken baby.
So yeah, I am home. With a broken baby and with a killer cough/cold. I sound as if I am a 75 year old man who has been smoking 2 packs a day since he was 15. So does Sammy. And Mick. Nice.
I am still so deeply sad.
I miss her every moment.
I still cry randomly, especially if someone shows me any kindness. So I have been hibernating. I rang to get another week off work, and apparently have run out of leave. So I am not being paid. Awesome.
I just can't face people yet.
Oh man how I miss her.
I loved spending time with my family. Doing things together. Talking about her, crying, laughing and just remembering.
Heee...we had a Hokey Pokey Baskin and Robbins ice cream in her honour :)
I am struggling through this. I have never been through anything like this before. I really appreciate your beautiful messages of support and condolence on my last post. I cried reading each and every one. You guys are awesome.
***edited*** Because my mum wouldn't want me to put this sort of stuff out there.
Oh man I miss her.
It will get easier I am sure. But right now? Ouch.