I think the hardest part about growing up and the passage of time is the fact that once someone is gone and we’re moving on with life we can’t go and tell them what’s happening in our life.
All the exciting moments we would share with them.
I got into my university of choice today and as I was telling my friends and college lecturers I got so sad as my uncle passed in 2019 and then my Nana in 2022. They were the people I went to for everything. Just to sit and talk for someone to listen.
I was so sad I won’t be able to tell them, I hope they’re proud of me, and I miss them.
And that’s the hardest thing.