I’ve just been talking to my brother about the upcoming Monza trip, and making plans and researching and arguing about coordinating outfits - he refuses I think it would be hilarious. And I’m excited. So excited.

But also ….. it feels wrong. Our dad should be at our first GP with us, he should be on these calls with us getting excited and irritated by me, and teasing me. It’s the wrong parent coming, she shouldn’t be coming at all, and it all feels wrong wrong wrong. He should be here. I want to tell him about everything, and I can’t and it wrong.

Dee talkspersonalI’m fine brain is just doing its thing atmgrief is a fucker