One helluva New year.

runs deep

I miss my mum and dad.

My mum especially.

I miss your mum and dad too.

Your Dad especially.

I never knew that your mum’s middle name was Irma.

She never said.

I never asked.

I miss our kids.

Both of them.

I miss the house full of their noise and mess.

Ok the mess is still there and I’m reluctant to clear it.

But without their noise making sense of the mess, I might as well.

I miss you too.

Especially.