I'm having a bad few days too, hugs to everyone. I totally get what you mean foxy, it feels like there is a huge hole in my life now without mum, don't know how I'll ever get used to her not being here.
I need to get my dad texting Lattequeen! He can open and read them but can't reply. Doesn't help that he has barely any numbers stored in his phone, they are all in his notebook/calendar diary.
HiI miss getting texts from mum so much.
Mary Oliver, one of my favourite poets died yesterday. She wrote many poems based on grief, the one below is one of my favourites. Grief is the price of love, and we are lucky to have had people in our lives we loved so well and they loved us.
A Pretty Song
From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.
Which is the only way to love, isn't it?
This isn't a playground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.
And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song,
And I say to my heart: rave on.