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...from my little brother. He and his wife wave just had their first child, a daughter called Molly, and they wanted to ask me a question about her and her future. The question had a very easy answer, and as a result, you can now call me...



I'll refrain from leaving any horses heads around.

It's been a tough couple of weeks, as folk reading marypcb's LJ will have realised. I've found it particularly difficult, as it's all happened pretty much exactly two years after my father's death - and almost exactly the same way, right down to me being away when Mary's mother went into hospital. It got to the point where I couldn't stay in the hospital, and went for long walks in Richmond Park while Mary sat and read to her mother.

When the phone rang at half two in the morning on Saturday I knew what it meant. The ring echoed down the years.

This week has been a rush down the rapids of organising Mary's mother's funeral. We've found somewhere really nice for the grave, and we're doing all the paperwork and the like. Registry offices are stifled places at the best of times, and sitting there waiting for the registrar was the drabbest half hour in a mostly drab few days.

Things have become a little easier, after last night's meeting with the officiant shed some light into things, along with the poem Mary's sister would like to read.

I just need to remember that I'm allowed to feel things too, that I can keep supporting Mary, while still grieving for both her mother, and my father.

At least spring has finally arrived.

...back Wednesday.

Minimal blogging in the interim...