Unintentionally, I reached for one of my favourite tops this morning. Comfy, slouchy GAP t-shirt. I noticed a few holes in it (but wore it anyway). It was only later today that I remembered I bought the top in my first shopping trip post Monkey dying. It was noteworthy as shopping (like sex) was one of the frivolous activities that I couldn't bring myself to do for quite a while. I made an exception for this top though as emblazoned across the front it said 'honoured'. And I felt honoured to have been Monkey's Mum. And I still do.
It's 5 years to the day since Monkey died. Ouch. Ouuuuch. It's no wonder, the top has a few holes in it.
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