Thursday 21 February

I can’t stop thinking about J, all alone in that house, with everything ahead of him that still has to be organised. The funeral, the flowers, choosing the coffin, deciding on burial or cremation and what hymns to have. I could hardly face all that stuff when Mum died. How can he possibly be feeling? How can he make it through the day? And he has to be strong for his daughter.

I want more than anything in the world to be with him and to be able to help but it just feels inappropriate.

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