She’ll be right

That’s what I’ve kept telling myself for around 4 months and now I believe it.

I watched my mum lose her mum in August and then my dad lose his dad in October and felt like I lost them both there for a little while.

And now I feel they are returning and I’m getting them back piece by piece, albeit there are a few pieces inevitably that will always be gone. And there were babies, so many babies born and that’s the circle of life I get it, but fuck me.

It’s been comparable to a really shit afternoon movie, now people who know me know how fond I am of a terrible movie but even this one I didn’t want to share for fear of people thinking I’d made it up and exaggerated the tragedy of it. But I’m happy to share that it does have a happy ending and not just in the bedroom.

I’ve sorted myself out and Dusty has been incredible, and not just in the bedroom.

Mum and dad are healing day by day and I’m happy.

We’ll be right.

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