I bought June home today. Felt better than I feared. A few tears, well more than a few, then just sitting chatting to her about the last few weeks, then just sitting with her. it’s 10 weeks since June was last at home. Things feel a bit better this evening, more settled. There’s still that void, that feeling of not being quite right. The future is still empty, but she’s here for a while, until it’s time for her to be with her mum and dad. That’s what she wanted, but she didn’t say when, so it’ll be when I’m ready.
I’ve told her about all the wonderful people here, many who have wished me well for today. That we’re all here therough necessity, not by choice, all suffering but with enough love to want to help others who they will never meet.
To all of you, a huge thankyou for your compassion and selflesness - reaching out to strangers with no expectation of reward or recognition.
I hope having her back home will be a corner turned for me, but in many ways, I’m not bothered. I’m certainly not wanting to move-on or get-over-it. But June is back with me and that’s a good thing
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