One year ago.

This morning, or afternoon, don't remember exactly, I read a tweet on my TL. The girl was tweeting "the bad news too many". 

You have no idea how much I understood it !

I felt exactly the same, last year. And, I think I'm still suffering of it.

One year ago. It was in February.

My Great-Uncle Louis was the first to die. Heart-attack. He was staying in his country house with his wife and great-children when it happened.

I saw my Grand Mother reaction. And my Grand Father. It was hard to deal with it, and still his.

One year ago. It was in April.

My boss told me my contract was ending. And that they will not keep me. Not enough money. I lost my job just after one of the concert I ever saw, few hours before I turned 25.

One year ago. It was in April.

I had to deal for the very first time with cancellation. And of course, one of the person who was dealing with me made me understood it was my fault.

One year ago. It was in May.

The doctor confirm to my family that my Great Aunt had a double cancer : liver and pancreas. The one you can't save.

One year ago. It was in June.

My Great-Uncle André was the second to die. His wife planed the funerals so fast that nobody from the family was able to come and say goodbye. 

One year ago. It was in June.
Someone told me that my personal issues were not a reason to screw up a gig. The only thing I wanted to answer : so, you lose someone I have to cry, I lose someone I have to do like it's nothing ?

One year ago. It was in August.

My Great-Aunt had a CVA. None of us really enjoyed the Summer Holidays....

One year ago. It was in September.

After a beautiful week with Gary in Paris, the telephone finally rang. My Great-Aunt Mauricette was the third to die. 

Now, do you think I can have a little bit of happiness or not ?

Please, don't judge me if you don't know what I'm dealing with.