missing

Grief, that ball bouncing around, hitting and hurting. The graphic of that circle starting small and then getting bigger. I've only thought of it as one ball before. But actually there's loads, loads of circles, for different things and they hurt in different ways. This evening I've suddenly been hit by my Daren one. Missing him deeply and painfully. Missing my little girl softly and securely. Missing what could have been with someone who I now know in a totally different way. Missing my job security. Missing my life in Malawi. 

But I'm not alone.