It's been a year since I lost her and it still hurts every day, but I I think more about the things we did together now than the loss itself, so maybe that's progress.
Today I lost my mate. She passed peacefully in her sleep, but that's small comfort. I never wanted to say goodbye, and so I won't. Rather, I say that I will always love you, even though you're no lon...
So yeah, it's my birthday today. 41, but the number sort of feels unimportant in these years. Day's been good to me so far. Dunno if anybody particularly watches me but figured I'd throw it out there...
