My mother recently lost the love of her life..her husband Jeremy. Its gonna be a hole that will never be filled, we will try to cope as best we can, but meh Ma's feeling most of the pain.

I dont normally make journals but I want to put this in an archive somewhere so I dont forget. They say things will get worse before they get better, now we have nothing but to get better...how fucked up is that... (Dont answer that..)