Is a nice one.
I hope I will forever be grateful, even when inevitably things go wrong; this is my life and I’m in love with it again.
Yes, and I am finally living it.
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
I don’t feel fear like I used to. I’ve learnt that the only thing that you can actually count on in this life is, in fact, change. I don’t try and run away from it anymore; running away takes up too much energy anyway. It’s easier to face it straight on, embrace it, and jump.
The sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.