annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary
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My girl
So, the sponsored walk fast approaches. Saturday night. It turns out to be much longer than I thought. I thought I'd have to walk from there to there, but it turns out to be about half as much again. The page is rubbish, it lets some people donate but not others, with no rhyme or reason, just randomly difficult. Almost the first donation came from California (*waving at Dia, thank you xx*) so it can do international if it wants to. Anyway, the hospice have suggested getting people to log on to the home page which is justgiving.com and to search for me there, Anna Mills - you'll recognise the pic of my girl, drawn by my other girl - this one:
It's all I can think about at the moment. I'm overwhelmed with an urgent desire, an unstoppable yearning to have my girl back as she was, to hear her talking, bossing us around, organising us, laughing, talking, cooking, talking, waving her arms around, smiling, being herself, not lying mute and immobile, year after fucking year. I love her so much, I just want her back. That's all
11:37 p.m. - 28.06.18
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