This weekend my brother came home, and I spent the weekend at my dad's. Hanging out with my guys. It's weird to think that now, it's just us. Three. Not four. And as we were discussing ways for my dad to remember to water the plants I found myself thinking "mum, I can't wait for you to get back so I can tell you all about how worried dad is about forgetting to water the plants when you're gone." And then, yet again, it hit me that I can never tell her that.
We had a lovely weekend together. Relaxing. Quiet. Fun. But there's no getting around the fact that she's missing. As we sit and do the normal things. Watch tv. Make dinner. Go to my uncle's for dinner. That's when it hits you. This is how it is now. Always.
It makes me sad.
But oh so grateful for what I have. Me and my boys. Without them I would be nothing.
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