Andrew’s funeral was two years ago today.
I am not feeling well. I have not been feeling well for days and days and days.
I feel as though this has only just happened, but with the accumulated grief of the last two years.
I feel depressed. I struggle to start the day. But I do my best. What choice do I have anyway?
I can choose to go down, or I can choose to stand as tall as I can and to hold on as hard as I can.
I hold on, I have to. Have to, have to, have to.
I don’t talk of my family’s struggles … but to see others suffer … Oh Lord
Please take care everyone