The Worst Time of Year

Friday, July 27, 2018

In four days, my daughter will have been dead for five years.

I'm not sure how I feel about this at the moment. Five year anniversaries have some level of import, although not as much as the longer ones.

So I'm pensive, somewhat angry, introspective, reflective, and always, always grief-stricken.

I expect my on-line communications will reflect that state of mind for a while. Writing is sometimes my first and best way of working through this worst time of year, and I'm sure I'll work through it. I know I'm not the only one who grieves for my baby girl, and sometimes, there's comfort in that, too.

See you on the other side. 


6 comments:

David said...

The human mind keeps a damned good calendar.

I wish you peace and comfort, and the sure knowledge that you are not alone.

Anne C. said...

You are not alone. ❤️

Kathy Hewett said...

Big hugs and big love ❤️

Michelle K said...

I love you.

You've been in my thoughts most of the month.

Linda Bridges said...

You are not alone. There is not a day that goes by that I don't miss her. You are in my thoughts as this anniversary approaches. Sending hugs and love your way.

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Laurie said...

I hate that the anniversary of her death is on my birthday. I want her to be here celebrating with us. As a Mom it pains me to know how much this hurts you. So every year since she has been gone I do something to honor her life on my birthday. I remember her on our day, a donation, a dedication something. I wish you and Terry peace and love always.