Saturday, 5 February 2011

I want to scream.
but, I hold it in.

I keep thinking things, like...watching something about the war- of Grans brothers died in the war...then, ah..and now.she's gone too.

it burns, it's horrific. unchangeable..

I speak so sensibly,so calmly whenever I talk to anyone about it..
"that's life isn't it....yes, she had a good long time on earth....she wouldn't have wanted to be dependent...."

one more more conversation, one more phonecall.
one more glimpse-however brief.


I wipe my face.there is nothing I can do.

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