Today marks one year since Mother electrified us all with her first, tentative visit to the other side. Only a strong set of genes and unwillingness to let go brought her back as we now understand.
For a year I have carried a notepad with the thoughts that were going through my head as I watched Dad stroking her hand and asking her to come back. It is easier for me to write than to think what I cannot bear. But oddly enough today when I wanted to write it, the notepad has disappeared. It will be painful to write and even more painful to read if I do come across those words.
Apparently my butterfly has decided this week of play and celebration should not be marred by thoughts of sorrow. Ok you win again my dear......
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