Hi all I need someone to talk to so hope you don't mind my moan.
I sit here alone watching the tree my grand-daughter put up. I miss Michael so much and want to hold him tight. I then get a phone call telling me that my best mate has Parkinson's disease.She has been like this for 2 yrs, going to the same doctors Michael went to. She got told by the GP's No its not Parkinson's but yes it is! I've spent the day with my friend making her feel better, showing her and helping her to carry on. Then I come home. The tree is still staring at me, the anniversary of his death is getting closer and closer, and I just want to scream and shout and ask why all the people I love are either gone or getting ill. I wonder if I'm a curse sometimes.
I'm suppose to be going to the group's xmas party tomorrow, but I don't want to go. How do I have fun. Christmas Eve is just around the corner. His death still staring me in the face. People saying Merry Christmas to you, when I know it can never be the same.
Sorry for moaning but the nearer Christmas comes the downer I become.
Love you all
Roz