HighlighterPensWereNotDesignedForThis ·
28/07/2022 20:43
Two years ago, during the first and harshest Covid lockdown, I gave birth alone to twins who had died at 21 weeks gestation. I returned home with their earthly remains in (sorry) a hospital-issued wooden box. I laid them to rest in a ceremony which (not sorry) breached all Covid restrictions. Since then, I have kept that box as my last reminder of them.
Today, my 5 year old (and still youngest) child took that box and decorated it with pink, orange, and yellow highlighted pens. I just cannot, cannot process this.
We've always been a kind of relaxed and open family within which extraneous scribbles were never an issue and there was never much of a concept of private possessions or spaces. And really, she is far too young to grasp the magnitude of what the box meant to me, though she'd always understood what that box had used for. I'm not going to take out my feelings on her.
But, like, what am I supposed to do?
Cry?
Laugh?
Attempt to source a replica?
Notify the Turner prize committee??