It’s the first days after my child’s death. I write her a letter.
I’m in agony and spend ages just sitting on the sofa. It’s hard to describe how I feel.
I’ve not energy for anything. Muppet needs a walk each day but that’s about it. I can’t get warm, even with a hot water bottle on my back. Anna has been over. You met her on a few occasions. She hands me a card and a small gift. I make tea for us. I want to talk about you, so tell her a little about your funeral. Then we cry together.
I don’t see her again that. It takes me a little while to put two and two together. Then I remember that her greatest fear is that something awful might befall her own daughter. And here am I showing her that such a dreadful thing can, and sometimes does, happen.
A couple of neighbors bring me cards, and since I’m relatively new to the area, I am surprised and grateful. The lady opposite also calls by and tell me to knock on her door if ever I am in need of company and cup of tea. I appreciate that.
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