Today is the first anniversary of my father's death. Many of you guys who were here for me when it happened know he was an alcoholic who drank himself to death and I hadn't spoken to him for around 6 months before he died.
Anyway, I got home from work to find my mum had eaten dinner and gone out. She had though left all the lights on. The last time she did this was the night my granny died. So I freaked and called her, she didn't answer because she left her phone at work. Anyway, I called my brother, who called my aunt and in the end we all silently freaked out. My brother and I don't handle the idea of mum being missing well (she often leaves her phone places or forgets to charge it then goes awol).
In the end she'd just gone to the theatre but hadn't mentioned anything to me. Anyway, I am too nervous for my own good.