Tomorrow will be 5 years to the day since I had my middle child, Johnnie Lee, AKA Littley removed from me <no one ever knew his chosen name other than myself so not outing myself> and Thursday would have been my father's birthday, he would have been 83 this year. He lost his fight to cancer nearly 24 years ago when I was too young to remember him, yet I miss them both.
I just wanted to write somewhere, how amazing all the people I have lost were. FORGET ME NOT.
MUM, DAD, GRANDAD AUNTIE LUKE GRACIE MAE DAD IN LAW JOHNNIE LEE
Forever in my heart, never more than a breath away, Love you all. xxx
I think that you still need to mark these occasions, even years on, some on certain years more than others for whatever reasons. My Dad was born on a leap year and those birthdays, Feb 29th, always make it feel so much more sad.
I think when someone days that grief is the 'missing them' part that I still can't handle at times, you get used to it, but sometimes KABOOM it grips your heart like a vice.