This week has been about grieving. One year on my mum's death was stored as a body memory, and I was in tears before I knew what day it was. Making sense of what my body already knows relieves the stress, but not that mum is gone.
Tonight, I'm catching a plane to Ireland for 3 weeks (for work). It's already late by 2 1/2 hours. 2am flight.
My girls know there's something wrong, and they look at me uncertainly... until I fed them - then all's right with their world. I'm going to miss them terribly.
Good thing I've put pictures of them on my laptop.
