Grief is a strange beast: while I have calmly written in a visit to my mums graveside on Christmas day, my son wakes from his excited slumber with tears streaming down his eyes calling for his Nana I want her back he sobs. I calm him and he ponders the strangeness of why he didnt cry when she died in April but is now. We hold each other for a while and I calm him some more. He doesnt want to be alone, so I get my laptop and tap the keys that make these words to share a glimpse of our lives with my Facebook friends. Hes drifting back to his dreams. As of yet, I still havent shed any tears for my mother, doubtless theyll come when I least expect them. Anyway, for her sake, Ill suspend my bah-humbug-ness and wish you all a happy holiday. xx
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 00:09:40 +0000