I keep busy and working so I can avoid the feeling of losing my daughter and my grandbabies. They are going to be moving over 1300 miles away. Just writing that made me acknowledge it and I felt that huge sinkhole in my stomach sink deeper. Is she going to be okay? Are they going to be okay? When I talk to her, I find myself being sarcastic and mean because I am hurting. I’m not even sure how to describe what I am feeling. Partially sad, angry, empty, mad at myself for not being happy for them. It’s not like I can just drive there if I need to. I don’t know what to say.
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