Wednesday evening, 2 March 2005 [7:15 p.m.]
Keith – I don’t know what is going on. I have continued to cry all day – I look a mess: scalded red face, swollen red eyes. Not too long ago I rang the Grief Counselling line – I don’t understand why I am having the worst day ever almost two weeks after your death. I cannot seem to get a handle on the tears. I miss you so! I so badly want to put my arms around your big strong shoulders. I thought about New Year’s when you were in a coma and they played that music from my New Year’s card for you in the hope that you could hear it. I wonder now who it was that did that for you (and wish to bloody hell they would ring or email me).
posted by Susan @ 2:25 am
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