{{Minione}} Yes, it's shit.. It's not the life we were meant to lead, but it's the one we've ended up with. Do what you feel easiest about work today. It doesn't matter if you don't go today in the big scheme of things. It's ok if you cry there too - but don't torture yourself my love - it's only a job xx
One of the strange things for me about work is re-engaging with my wardrobe. Have worn nothing except jeans/shorts and a t-shirt - and have worn that pink fleece top that I though Catherine would like and bought just after she died every day. I have washed it btw
but it dries quickly.
So back at work, suited and booted. First 2 days I took the pink fleece in a bag. PPM came round and told me her counsellor had recommended bringing a comforter... so I'm not as mad as I thought.
Yesterday I pulled something out of the wardrobe and it had a reward sticker on it.
Catherine sometimes used to give them to me when I got home - or on the way out the door... Sometimes I would forget I was wearing them
Other times I'd remove them and stick them on the back of my security pass.
I keep thinking, the last time I wore these trousers or this top/suit, my daugther was alive. When I ironed this and put it in my wardrobe my daughter was alive. She may have been standing next to me with the ELC ironing board and iron.
I suppose it is all part of thinking - the world is going on. My daughter has died and the world is going on.