March came in like a lamb with near record-breaking warm temperatures.
Raven's kids didn't go home until 1 p.m., but for the most part they were outside, so it wasn't too terrible.
Horrid grandmother that I am, I look forward to them leaving.
The house becomes mine again.
After they left, I crashed.
I guess the kids’ noise and just having them here didn’t give me any time to think.
When the house finally got quiet, I had space to let my brain run free.
I think I’m grieving Annie more than I expected.
I know she was “just a cat,” but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
And if I’m being honest, I don’t think I ever really got past losing my uncle either.
It’ll be a year in May, and some days it still catches me off guard.
Maybe this is just old grief piling in with the new.
I’m going to get this written up and go back to the bedroom.
This is just one of those days when I honestly don’t want to be out of bed.
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