Are a year ago, today, my mum was killed in a car accident. I’m thinking about mum today, although to be honest, I think about her every day. Today does not seem harder than the rest (for me). I’m also reflecting on what I’ve learned about grief this past year.
My walk this morning closely resembled my emotional and mental landscape at present – somewhat mucky and muddy, a bit slippery, drizzly, overcast and minus a lot of the usual things that bring me joy.
I have found myself increasingly annoyed by people trying to ascribe meaning to the pandemic we are currently experiencing. This distaste rises in me like bile, and I can’t get rid of it.