Today has always been a tough day for me. Even after 35 years the pain of my Dad’s death has not eased.

The proverb “time heals all wounds” on this anniversary seems so hollow.

Dad’s passing has always meant September has never been a month where emotional I’m in a good spot.

But the pain is now doubled with Nan leaving us just eight days later.

It truly feels like September is the month my heart and soul shows how broken they are.

The only signs to the outside world is I may become more reclusive and avoid the outside world. Which might mean I cancel plans at the last minute and piss off friends. But that is unavoidable. It’s hard to give the true reason. I’m one of those irrational folks that will gladly help anyone in anyway I can, but not be able to ask for help when I need it. Sometimes that mask slips. I’m sure I’m not as good at hiding it as I think.

I miss them both dearly.

But I remember the good times and their love. May they both be in peace wherever they are.