September has begun and i am simply a mess.
It could be holiday blues.
It could be just plain exhaustion.
Or it could be that I’m just so very p*ssed off.
Yesterday was the first day of the new school year and it should of been the day that Livvy started Year 11.
Its crazy to think my baby would have been 16 next year, when the truth is she didn’t get to see double figures.
I don’t know how to feel right now.
Its a variety of emotions that seem to move with the wind.
I close my eyes and I try so hard to imagine Livvy as a teenager.
What would she be like?
Would she still be the little rock chick, dancing her heart out to Guns n roses.
Or would she have continued down the road she started with her love of skulls and all things gothic.
I imagine her sitting in her chair in Dr Martens, or maybe Converse.
I just don’t know.
It’s breaking me apart right now.
The not knowing what she would be like.
The not getting the chance to make those memories.
I was robbed of my baby girl.
She was robbed of her future
And its just not blooming fair.
The five stages of grief,
What a joke.
Stages are something you work through.
You finish one and then move on.
I’m not moving on.
I miss my daughter so much.
For me there is only one stage of grief