Andrew’s death has really done a number on me. I know I’m not the only in the family to suffer, but I can only speak for myself. In any case, while there are common denominators in grief, we each have our individual signature brand of challenges.
I’m depressed. I am confused about everything at the moment.
With each rising sun I cry and pray for enough strength to get through another day.
When night comes, I’m grateful that it’s time to go to bed.
But I know, I know, I know that this too shall pass. Nothing is always difficult, or always hard, or always easy.
Oh Andrew, my love