Memories are the best things in life. At this time I feel they are all I have left, although I know that is not true. Bad grief phases make me have those awful feelings, but also make me so grateful for those great memories.
I have not been able to pick myself up properly since the trigger days of March. This too shall pass and I know it very well, but while going through it, it is what I perceive as hell. Maybe it is what I deserve for whatever reason.
Praying for peace . . .
