Hello everyone :)
I've been working abroad the past couple of months, then travelling. I'm home now, and wanted to share something - the kindness of (relative) strangers.
I was working at a summer camp in the USA (the joys of no kids, and no ties :)) and our camp director asked us to dedicate our summer's work to someone.
I chose my granddad, because he was like my dad and I miss him dearly. We were in groups, and talking about who our dedication was for, and I started crying. One of the other staff, didn't say a word, just got up from the table, and put her arms around me. Other people told me it was OK, and that it was a sweet thing to do, but that one act just floored me, it was so kind. She was an awesome staff member too :)
When does it stop hurting quite so much? A song came on the radio when I was travelling after camp with a big group of people who'd been at other camps, and I had to fight back the tears. It'll be 2 years on the 28th of this month, can't believe the time has gone so fast.