Tuesday will mark two years since my husband died. The second year has been harder than the first oddly enough. And for this to be the week WHO has declared the pandemic over is such odd timing for me.

I lost my father in March. He died on our anniversary and a day before the anniversary of my sister’s death. It’s been a hard couple of months.

I’m okay. Just feeling a bit raw.

It feels so long ago.
It feels like yesterday.