Its enormity, which I believed I understood, has been settling on me in waves.
Like yesterday, as I sat at the side of the bed of a man I love, a woman I have been smiling at all week but whose name I do not know, stopped and said ‘we’re going home’. Her nod, her smile, her look were small. ‘It’s at that point. There’s nothing more they can do for him’. I don’t speak because there is no need and because this time is hers.
I wonder how much more there is I am yet to understand. And how I ever will.
And then, in bed at seven, because I couldn’t stand or sit or think, my boys snuggled in with me. They brought me a glass of water, did sums together, took turns to pat me, and when the mister got home (delayed by fog) they said ‘shhhh…Mum’s got a thumping head’.
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ditto
What good boys. Cx
big hug, 3C
I’ll hold you close while you work on it.
((((Thirdcat))))
Oh. Oh I’m sorry.
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I’m sorry tc.
Big fat hug.
Oh hugs xx
I’m sorry, too. What lovely boys. x
Youse are all very lovely.
Thanks. Really.