820 days.

Life plods on without you. I don’t want it too.
Bit of a shock today when I realised that if Mum and the kids had also been killed that day, then I would not be here.
I guess that makes me suicidal….
….except they ARE here so I have a reason to keep living.
God help me if any of them die any time soon (and by soon, Dear Universe, I mean at least 30 years for my mother and at least 90 years for my children – understandies??)
I am not enough on my own.
……and that’s the sad reality.