Angels.

So many beautiful people.

Losing the fight of their lives.

Flying up to heaven, becoming Angels.

I miss you all deeply <3

Gone.

I'm low, like beneath the floor.

Frankie's gone, Dad's gone.

Others as well. Too much death.

Mum's low, reminds me of childhood.

Reminds me of bad times.

Something I want to escape from.

I want to break free.

From the exhaustion, the sadness.

I don't want to keeping fight.

I don't want to stay strong.

I'm tired.

Emotionally Tired.

Emotionally tiring day.

Well more than the recent usual.

The bomb scare. Feelings of panic.

Are they still alive? Yes, Thank God.

Dog sitting, taking him for a walk.

I feel confident, content even.

His wound re-opens.

Feeling guilty, and upset.

Have I broken him?

Bro takes us to the vets.

He is calm and logical.

Feeling very grateful.

Come home and stick the telly on.

It's talking about DNR.

I'm overwhelmed with sadness.

Perhaps even anger.

And grief for the dad we lost.