I took my littlest and friend to school today on their scooters. I was on my scooter, with dog in tow. I felt so privileged to be able to do this.
On the way back I remembered walking the same way, on the grass, wellies on, just me and the dog. Dog off lead, running, sticking close as always. That was 12 months ago. Now I roll on my mobility scooter, dog on lead, no choice but to stick close.
I'm so thankful I can. I'm so unbelievably sad for what I have lost.
I come home and scroll. I could tidy, I could do my photography, I could sort and organise many, many things. But I have no energy to pick things up and actively do anything. I dont want to engage with my feelings - I'd just cry.
And so another milestone is fleetingly acknowledged, but no more. It hurts too much to be thankful, because it admits the loss. So I scroll.