July
1:38 pm
July, the more I look at that word the weirder it looks, just like I still can't write grief or grieving without double checking the spelling.
Almost the end of another school year, I'm longing for the holidays and the break from school runs and routine, wishing July away, but also holding on tight.
I know when July has gone it'll be a whole other year and I'll miss her.
July belongs to three of my babies, but this weariness, this gut wrenching, twisting pain belongs to the missing.
Almost the end of another school year, I'm longing for the holidays and the break from school runs and routine, wishing July away, but also holding on tight.
I know when July has gone it'll be a whole other year and I'll miss her.
July belongs to three of my babies, but this weariness, this gut wrenching, twisting pain belongs to the missing.
9 comments
Just love and understanding as ever, my friend.
ReplyDeleteHugs Jeanette, thinking of you and Florence.
ReplyDeletexxx
Thinking of you and Florence.
ReplyDeleteWishing I could slip in to some sort of portal and just arrive safely in September. I'd bring you with me, if I could.
ReplyDeletexo
thinking of you xx
ReplyDeleteI turned our calender over on the first and my first thoughts were for you and Florence.
ReplyDeleteAbiding and missing with you, Jeanette.xxx
Thinking of you and Florence xxx
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and Florence xxx
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and Florence xxx
ReplyDeleteHi, I love to hear from readers, hate to think I'm talking to myself here, so don't be shy say hello!