Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
I know people would love for me to just move on, but good luck with that. I miss my child.
My therapist says to just feel it. The missing of my Liam James. Sit with it as long as I need. It feels so much like grief although Lee is very much alive, and *only* 10 000km away.
Six months. It’s a long time to sit… and feel. I’m tired.
Please stop asking when I’m going to visit. There is no money for such things. I know you mean well.
I wish you enough,