I hate, having my photo taken, my face only reminds me of being hurt, because of what I look like.
But I would like to share the phases of me in my journey of losing Melody.
I think eyes tell a thousand stories all by themselves.
This one being an unbelievably personal photo.
This Photo was taken a week after her funeral, we had escaped for a few days, whilst my older two had gone on holiday with their dad.
We felt numb.
Thirteen Months after death.
Learning about life again
26 months after saying goodbye.
Life After Loss.
I find it hard to believe until I look at these photos, especially together, how far we have come.