It is raining.
I feel broken.
Perhaps this is the loneliest I will ever feel. Perhaps I can tell myself that if I can make it through tonight, I can make it through anything for I have dreaded this day all my life.
The man I love, who raised me, and who has loved me more than anyone ever has, my (grandfather) Oupa Mike died round 3am this morning. Peacefully and without pain.
No matter what I have done (…… and I have fucked up plenty), to him, I have always been enough. Unconditionally accepted and loved – never judged, always forgiven.
At the feet of this giant, I stand in awe and wonder, for in this life I was loved – by him.