Preface
When all the final arrangements had been taken care of – the hospital bills paid, the grave stone in place, the bereavement cards sent – the vast emptiness of death really sank in. There was nothing mundane to distract me from my loss; grieving was the only thing left to do. Likewise when all my concerned friends and family had checked in on me once or twice after the funeral, conversation moved on. There was nothing more to say about my baby’s death, no new developments to report. I would usually get a sympathetic, “How are you?” and was expected to return a brief reply. Life goes on and it’s infuriating to the person who feels the loss of death most acutely. How can the world keep spinning? How can people continue to interact with me like my loss never happened? How can I get up, shower, shave and head to work like I used to? Nothing will ever be the same and yet nothing has changed. How dare life go on! But it does. Maybe the rest of the world was ready to move on, but I wasn’t. There was still so much I wanted to say though no one wanted
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