grief and shock do that to your memory. It doesn’t last, I promise.

some lives hit so much harder when they leave your own. Two years on and I still can’t speak out loud about Punkin without crying. And for along time it felt I’d lost even the memory of him. But I got it back. And you will too. It your mind trying to protect you from harm when you’re breaking down, and doing it in a stupid, stupid way.