It's been one year.
It's been one long year.
It's been one long painful year.
I miss her every single day.
I am terrified to go to school today.
I don't want to melt down.
Seems inevitable though.
I'd give anything to spend more time with her.
I'd give anything to be able to call her son and his family.
Not hitting the call button baffles me.
It's a strength I don't have yet.
It's been a year.
A long year.
A short year.
A year of grief.
A year of healing.
A year of growth.