I don’t think we ever get over the loss of someone close, it’s more like we just move further away from the moment. I find myself catching thoughts of Mum, often unexpected, always welcome – and she died back in 1984. I find these experiences a very lovely kind of sad, if you know what I mean?
Keira has been missing her Grandpa this week. It started at school on Tuesday when her class were asked to make up a story for the local newspaper. Like most kids, Keira doesn’t read the newspaper that often and the request took her mind back to the articles and obituaries that appeared locally when Dad died earlier this year. Since then she’s had a few wobbly moments and has also decided to make her story about Grandpa, which I think is a neat idea.
I appreciate Keira’s vulnerability as a part of what makes her the complete person Carole and I love so much. Whether we know that vulnerability through the death of someone close or some other reason, we all have it, and I think we’re better for acknowledging it.