Sorry to have neglected my blog for so long. Since we lost Mum there's been a thousand and one things to do - arranging this, organising that, trips here there and everywhere to pick up medical certificates, death certificates, some document or other. Thank goodness I come from such a close family because we have all helped each other limp along and as a result, the Celebration Of Her Life (rather than her funeral) went really well last week, on a sunny afternoon in Sussex, followed by a wake at my sister's place. Now we all just have to get used to life without our mum. I have said this so many times now it is almost like a mantra.
Still being me and being from the family I do, I am starting to find my way back. I am not sure if I will ever really make it back fully. But here I am blogging again. I went back to the day job today. I had a new idea for a story this afternoon. I have cancelled my Writing Magazine and will try another. I had a good Young Writer session last Saturday (see addiscombeyoungwriters.blogspot.co.uk) and in a few weeks Steve and I are off to Jersey for ten days. Life carries on. It finds a way. And I know these moments of complete desolation and hopelessness will come and go a lot. But as I said to my sister Sharon earlier, one day, at some time in the not-too-distant future, we will all of us get to late afternoon and suddenly realise we haven't had such a moment all day. Then we'll know we are really on the road to recovery.
In the meantime we'll just muddle through.
And eventually - my blogs will become interesting. Hopefully ...