Twelve Weeks- Life’s Labours Lost – Loraine
Life has gone on for most !
I read the papers local and international on line- I no longer get enraged at the idiocy of mankind, or celebrate their triumphs.
I no longer feel I want to comment or care. But when someone does cattle prod me enough to get an opinion it is a short burst of the way I was before and then “why bother? people do what the hell they want anyway “- the apathy of grief kicks in.
I looked in the mirror this morning and do not recognize the old woman I see….
the blue of my eyes surrounded by a puffy watery redness and lifeless- gone is the laughter, passion suffocated by death and wickedness.
For two weeks , when sitting in ICU I had to wear a mask. I wore one for at least 17 – 19 hours a day. The problem was I was allergic to the mask – I developed sores under my nose and around my mouth )……One of the last sights seen by Chris was a little fat lady going grayer by the minute with a kleenex protruding from beneath the mask.
Life goes on but it is not the same nor will it ever be again.
“I watched you suffer a dull aching pain, and now you have decided to show me the same”
and Wild Horses couldn’t drag me away ( Mum)