Public grief

I didn't do anything all weekend in fact on Saturday all I did was lounge around falling asleep. Then on Sunday I just pottered although I did do a bit of housework in the afternoon and cook a roast dinner. I kept thinking about how I should be doing something like the garden, too cold and wet on Saturday or a good brisk walk or some exercise but in the end did nothing except vegatate and by the end of the day felt even more tired and lethargic and fat!



So went to work today feeling as tired as if I had been really busy.



I wanted to talk about the reaction of some parents who had lost their daughters on some gap year where a lorry had ploughed into their bus. There they were all smiling and saying what joy their daughters had brought everyone and how even that morning their house was filled with laughter....I kept thinking how strange. The reality the real emotion behind that pretence of arn't we lucky to have shared our lives with our beautiful and so young with all theirlives before them daughters was that they were probably feeling denial, anger, intense raging grief but for some reason could not publicly say how they really felt. My heart went out to them.