Hope.

I can’t lie and say that everything is fine, because it isn’t.

I am finding everything an uphill struggle once again.

I can’t quite comprehend how on earth, at 28 years of age, I have had to deal with the deaths of two men that I love. I guess I should look at it in the way of being lucky. Lucky to have had the chance to love and be loved so completely, not once but twice.

At 30 minutes past midnight it will be two weeks since Tom died.

Two weeks of not knowing minute by minute how I will feel.

Numb.
Hurt.
Sad.
Fine.
Angry.
Positive.

Broken.

My sweet boys are keeping me going. Keeping me seeing that I have overcome so much this far.

There will be a rainbow after this storm.

I hope.