Another year, another Halloween. I'm coming to hate the festivals as they mark the passage of time.
This year I miss my uncle, my gran and my work friend.
But most of all I miss my son.
This year I miss my uncle, my gran and my work friend.
But most of all I miss my son.
2 comments:
Events like Halloween and Christmas can feel like torture when you're grieving and it seems like everyone else in the world is having fun, carefree.
Thinking of you, Saranga.
- Simon / cerebus660.
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