It's true what they say, you know. The grief, it comes in waves.
You think you're doing okay, then something comes up behind you, knocks you off your feet and takes your breath away.
Nighttimes are the worst. In bed, in the dark ... It's just me and my thoughts. The reality hits me every night ... That she's gone.
That the girls have lost their mother.
That I'm never going to hear her voice again.
That we'll never see her beautiful, big smile again.
That all we have now are memories and photos.
The grief, it comes in waves.
Tonight, I've been knocked off my feet again.
I miss you, Aunty E. So much.