… at the end of the storm

A mom and son sit next to me and the accent immediately catches my attention.

I pull a Liam James and speak to strangers asking where in the UK they are from. Liverpool. I tried, I really did, but I felt my eyes water all the same.

The only thing that consoles me about Kev relocating to the UK next month. Annfield.

Hold your head up high and don’t be afraid…

I wish you enough,

Kev’s mom.

Author: WεηchƔ

In September 1997, “The Nocturnal Wenchy” started her blog. The blog remains painfully real but these days she is more of an intermittent Blogger! 😉 View all posts by WεηchƔ

2 thoughts on “… at the end of the storm”

Spottie says:

2019-12-01 at 5:26 am

(Hugs)
It is rough…my brother will be off to NZ shortly. It’s good for them and a long time coming, but is also sucks.

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1. WεηchƔ says:
  
  2019-12-09 at 6:09 pm
  
  I’m very happy for my children, but I miss them and I hate missing out on life with them. I hope you do okay dealing with your boet being off to NZ. xxx
  
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