Today we said goodbye to my dear friend Barbara. She looked after my first daughter, picked her up from nursery, babysat. Cleaned and ironed for us all. Cheered us up, made us laugh.
Told us all about her problems, of which there were many.
Sometimes when everything is crazy and the world seems to be conspiring against you and everything feels as if its spinning out of control, you have to control the only things you can, I guess.
My daughter's first funeral.
No-one wants to see a mother burying their daughter, on the day after Mother's Day. And she'd have been lost, tiny wisp of her own self, in a coffin that size. At peace at last.
Later I took my mum to a poetry reading and read the poem I'd written to her, for her, about her. On the way back I got lost at Spaghetti Junction. I burst into tears and she didn't really know why.
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