Been awful lately, really. Holiday weekends are worse for pain. Remembering. Wish I could forget how awful it was for her after her stroke.
Doesn’t help that we are going through all her stuff and emptying the house for a sale closing on the 23rd.
Was feeling pretty raw all weekend. Nicely distracted by dinner guests yesterday.
Then out of the blue an old boss stopped by with chocolate from the factory in Campbellford. I missed his visit, was at Mom’s place cleaning. He called this evening. His weekend was horrible. They lost their son to cancer seven months ago. I ask how their weekend was, and listened for a bit to how it was for them.
I’m glad he called. I’m glad I could listen and thought to ask.
I’ve heard there is nothing worse than losing a child.