I’m still finding it difficult to come to terms with my friend Greg’s death and I expect I will continue to do so for a while.
I was feeling fine on my way to pick Steve up from work the other night until I heard ‘In A New York Minute’ on the radio and the lyrics made me want to burst into tears.
Greg was the last person to sleep in our spare room and usually I leave the sheets on the bed and strip them from the bed and wash them just before he comes to stay so they are nice and fresh. I decided it was time to strip the bed, but I just couldn’t do it. It’s hard to accept that he’ll never sleep there again. Perhaps I’ll be able to strip the bed next week.
Sorry to be all doom and gloom but it helps me feel better when I write about these things. It’s my way of processing my feelings.
Pic source: Karen and Steve Boddey