Showing posts from July 29, 2012

I heart David

Reading articles and books about bereavement takes you through certain stages featuring pain, healing and anger. These are regular emotions that I connect to visiting a doctor or a dentist.
There is a bereavement stage that nobody admits to, apart from me, naturally, because I'm bold, open and or obvious.
This stage is called The Tormented Teenager Phase. TTTP in text talk.  I am in full sulk mode. I can't be bothered to pull my trousers up and I stare at the washing machine like it's an exhibit from The Museum of Utter Boredom.
My face has suddenly dropped like a failed face lift. I don't even care that the double chin is hitting the double stomach.
I have framed and placed photos of my David everywhere. I talk to him all the time. And yes, I will declare with hand on heart, I even heard a bachelorette style baby voice whine out that I still need my husband.
Please note when spell checking the word bachelorette the word tetrachloridewas offered.How can bachelorette be…