Although I was brought up believing in heaven, I must only hope that you are looking down on me.
I’m so very tired today, love.
Didn’t really sleep last night, nor today. I feel dreadful. My joints ache and my stomach feels bloated. But most of all, every time I get up I feel dizzy and need to lay back down on the sofa.
The hissing in my ears is almost painful too. So damned high pitched!
Is this my time, Mol? Am I coming to see you?
Is it wrong that I don’t mind? Because this feels like hell to me.
Im sorry. I’m being melodramatic, aren’t I?
I’m just so very, very tired.
I’ll try and write some more in a bit.
I hope you’re sleeping well.
Love you more than you can know.
Love you lots,