This is the final entry of this journal created on 22nd July, the day before we lost Dad. There were a few pages left to be filled but it felt right to begin a new journal when I finally picked up a sketchbook again in the middle of August. It has been the most painful 18 months, first losing Mum and then Dad to terminal cancer. The pain continues combined with the most magical of memories we created in those few months together, battling side by side.
With me throughout were my journals, a place to hide, to scream..a trusted friend in waiting rooms and a stimulant when I thought I couldn't stay awake another moment....so many hours with so little sleep. I hope browsing these pages has not made you feel uncomfortable, it was not my intention, I have simply posted each spread as I always have since the very first day I started journalling. I see no reason to censorship emotion, life's challenges shape us into who we are and who I am is what defines my journals.
I would love to report that I am fine and these heart wrenching days are now behind me, but I am not...They are not...All is still so very painful. I cope, some days much better than others.
Thank you so much to all who sent messages, emails and comments of support, prayers and friendship, they were most appreciated.
And so, whether we feel it should or not, life goes on...almost regardless! A new journal begins.