Currently sat in the garden after cleaning out the car and stripping the covers off the kids car seats. I am trying to occupy my mind and not think too far ahead. Tomorrow my beautiful little one year old moves to her new family and I know she will have a wonderful life with doting parents and an older sibling. It is so, so right for her but it still hurts like hell. She has been here for over a year and I have loved every minute of looking after her.
Then, later this week it will be DH's birthday, the first one since he died earlier this year. I can't believe life was so fucking cruel to him, he didn't deserve life to pan out the way it did.
This weekend feels like a double whammy bereavement wise and today everything is making me fight back the tears.