The post I've been meaning to write for a while...
It's been 6 years since Monkey died. Every year on the 10th August, for as long as I can (i.e. for as long as my children will indulge me!), I've promised myself we'll do something nice with people we love.
This year, it fell on a Saturday. I had it all sorted weeks in advance, planning a trip to visit my best friend and her family for an overnight stay. This year though, I did not wake up remembering the significance of the day or the reason for our trip. Until I had a text from my Mum, it could have been any old Saturday. I felt a bit odd when I realised this. A bit lost for a few seconds. But I know it's okay. You are always here Monkey - whatever the day.
We had a fab day, I got an extra big hug from Auntie S. We played in the park and ate yummy ice-creams. All was calm.
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