I don’t do personal blogs. Because personally, it hurts. This was three years ago. My daughter, my boo, my heart. She moved to her fathers. I’m an empty nester. I wasn’t quite ready to be. Sometimes these things just happen. I still have a twelve year old step son and a nine year old step daughter but they don’t live with us either.
My oldest, my son, my star. He moved out years ago. Is this a sign of victory? Or loss. Failure?
I’m not sure.
Do I do personal blogs? No. I’m a fiction writer. Go somewhere else for your gossip.
But May 4th. Is for my daughter.
May the fourth be with you.
May the inner goddess be your confidence.
May the future hold only brightness.
May the dark find only lightness.
I’ll see you in two months.