Today is the third anniversary of my daughters’ death. It still feels so raw, and I don’t relish spring like I used to. It is too full of anniversaries of things that hurt. Starts mid -March with my (deceased) boyfriends’ birthday, then mine (that’s ok), then her death, his death, her birthday, finishing up mid-May. Two months of tears and sorrow and wishing things could be undone, and knowing that they can’t.

Today I watched Jurassic Park in her honor, and worked on socks, and cried, and felt the love of my friends and chosen family envelope me. I miss her so much…


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