Three weeks later.
Trying to get myself back together. I cry a little less each day. I feel things starting to come back into colour.
Bereavement, of whatever kind, is difficult; but I sometimes find it hard to be patient with myself.
Work helps. Friends help. Love helps.
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A, it is not possible to read a post like this and not try to send some love across the pond...If we were within reach, I'd give your hand a squeeze and hope that that would convey my hope that you know you're loved. Until we are in Trafalgar Square together, though, please take the cyber hug encoded here...thinking of you, friend, thinking of you.
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