The end of January is a bad time for me. My boyfriend died on February 5th and was buried on the 14th. It's funny that the run up to the date is harder than than the actual day. On the day I spend time in quiet reflection and think about the future. Living in the past will not change anything, but I am me because of it.
I can't really say anymore this song says it all. I hope the next few weeks my friends and family understand if I am distant or go a bit wild. I need to go up and see where he is sleeping. The only flowers I place on him are a single English rose and a thistle.
For my close friends reading this be prepared for hugs.