It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone. [Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home]
I’ve NOT written in awhile. Yet it seems like no time has passed at all. I’ve sometimes liked that aspect of Life. MayBE I like it even Now, but certainty is a luxury I canNOT afford.
I’m only Now realising how large my mum’s Life really was, how amazing and remarkable a person she was, and how lucky I was to have her, even when she took up all the air in the room, leaving me to scuttle away into a corner, out of sight, BEyond reach.
I’m still reeling and yet amazingly calm and really rather sensible. I am well aware of the state of my own health, making every effort I can to maximise or simply keep it on an even keel.
Writing this may BE overdue. Yet mayBE it’s still too soon. It’s awkward telling people that Mum passed. It’s hard to BE inside the grief process of others, especially people I don’t know well.
I’ve tried to BE Prepared. But I’m falling short.
I love you, Currie