Overwhelmed

Friday was a hell of a day.
So much so that I haven't been able to talk about it until now.

It was raw, surreal and I was overwhelmed.

They just kept coming.
The cards.
The gifts.
The children.
The adults.
The kind words.
The amazing messages in my book, my cards.
The goodbyes.
The hugs.
The tears.

My God, the tears.
Mine.
Theirs.

It was too much.
Completely surreal.

And I didn't understand.
I don't understand.

The love I felt.

I didn't realise that I'd touched so many.

I don't understand.
And writing it here is surreal in itself.
It seems arrogant to write it and I don't like that.
But I need to let it out.

Yet I don't understand.
I didn't realise...