Last year I received a phone call from my Mother to say that she was going to die from a rare form of Cancer, and that she’d lived well. Before this day I seldom dwelt on death or dark, regardless of seasons taking me there occasionally. With a vivid optimism having masked my life up on a cloud, I plunged from the heavens into the depths of emotional turmoil. A world that I had never experienced. I came back to Australia and can tell you since, that she lives having survived more obscure statistics.
I found this post, which amdist the black and blue fell in the draft pile and I decided to share this piece of reality with you.
About this time last year:
Some emo times befell this lass and I’ve found myself having battled a plethora of insane life. Not the fun stuff.
Is it Christmas in Killarney?