A quiet day

Mostly online, doing tasks. I am sad and heavy. Somehow an ache for Palesa came over me this afternoon. How I wish I could hear her laughter again. How I wish her life had been easier. How I wish her children still had her in their lives.

I didn't realize it till after I posted this, but it will be six seven (counting is so difficult) months Friday since she died. It seems so very much longer ago.