Wednesday, April 27, 2022


Today grief hits me hard again. I dropped Nadia at the airport. We talked about May; a busy month this year. Driving home I felt a physical pain in my heart thinking about Andrew; his birthday, how I would give literally all I have to have him back again. I miss being able to be proud of him, his growth as a person, sharing his milestones , jobs relationships parenting. All the pieces you lose with the person. Oh Andrew. I miss you so much. I feel your presence often but I miss YOU your humor, appetite, love, voice. God, I miss your voice. I miss YOU. 

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