With words, with days, with hope, with just about everything at the moment.
This year has been difficult to say the least. Frightening, painful, dark, enriching, strange, enlightening, filled with love and so so terribly terribly sad.
Coming full circle hasn't changed anything. George is still gone, I still miss the him that I imagine and I'm still not pregnant again. One day passing into another didn't make everything magically "better" and I didn't expect it to. I'm still plodding on, sometimes in one spot, sometimes taking a little leap and sometimes stepping back.
And that's what I seem to be doing right now; stepping back. I have half written posts, half written emails (sorry), half finished pieces of jewellery (don't worry if you're waiting, I'm getting there) and even now, half hung out laundry. All of which in my mind seems to sort of mirror my half finished pregnancy.
I'm sorry I haven't been commenting very much lately but I know you understand. You really are great. I do mean that, you are great. I am reading. I am cheering you on from the sidelines. I just don't have many words.