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t'others 0000-00-00 00:00:00 My mum went home today. She has been more help than she can know. Though it is true that it would be nice if Derek could meet her in circumstances that are not tragedy. I think it was of help to her too. Since she is lonely after my Dad's death, and despite the circumstances of her visit, it must have been good to get out from behind the same four walls.
We are still unsure what to do with Ethel's ashes. The original plan was to have a tree planted and to scatter them around it. But after looking into the matter it would seem that this is tantamount to throwing them away. As despite what you might think there is no gaurantee that the tree will be a permanent memorial. Which if you think about it is pretty obvious: the tree might die, it might need to be cut back for forestry reasons, the land might be sold, etc. So the permanent memorial begins less than lasting.
And when we drew the runes to decide on a tree for her, we drew Thuraz, which corresponds to the blackthorn. Which mig
The Care System 0000-00-00 00:00:00 I have always had a low tolerance threshhold of tosspots..... which perhaps explains why so many tosspots dislike me.
Since Ethel died we have had to deal with various people and they have fallen into two definite catagories; the crass and the the kind.
According to the hospital we were supposed to be contacted by the bereavement midwife, which has not happened. Instead we had a visit from the community widwife, who would have come whether Ethel had lived or died, since her role is essentially to check on stitches and watch out for signs of mastitus.
When she called I asked her if it was possible that Ethel died because she was large, roughly one week ahead of 'normal' developement. The widwife looked at me with a pitiful expression and then started rambling on about not looking the internet because a lot of the information was usually wrong. The fact that the information I was asking about was the latest research from the British Medical Journal and another site from America Read more:System
Faction 0000-00-00 00:00:00 I have long since given up believing what I see on the news. But occasionally a story turns up which only serves to confirm that everything is a lie.
I am speaking of course about the new OJ Simpson book, If I Did It.
So before proceeding, it should be made clear that Simpson is a man with a history of domestic violence against his dead wife, but that should not be taken into account when considering if he did in fact kill her and Ron Goldman. (Despite it being almost certain that if someone with less money than him were charged on the same evidence he would have been found guilty)
It should also be pointed out that had he not be black, and his lawyers deliberately had the trial played out on race grounds, and played on the implicit threats of racial violence that might have followed a guilty verdict.... he would almost certainly have been found guilty.
Indeed, let's face it there are very few people in the world that believe that he did not either commit the killings or was i
Clock Watching 0000-00-00 00:00:00 The days sometimes brighten: sometimes it rainsand we await one full cycle of the moon.In fact the time is marked out in memoriesand opposites. Or in snatched glances of reminders,like my mother's lips, or girlfriends nose.Late at night, when soaked in wine, I pullyour picture from the jumble of porn that fills my computer; and wonder whyyou look so tired, mouth open,caught in dreamingmfrom a sleep whichI cannot wake you.My heart has sunk.I seem to live by the beating in my stomach,which twitches and drains to a flow of feelings.Tears are supposed to bring comfort.
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Clueless 0000-00-00 00:00:00 A crescent hairline marking, on her left eyeliddrawes my attention. maybe a tiny uncut nailwas caught in a moment of tiredness.The lid is not entirely closed. Through a sheen of blood, I see her eye but it is rolled into her head: maintaining the mystery of colour.I wonder if she cried? Fot a fine trickle has markedthe corner of the other eye: forming an 'L' shape.I did fret that these trickles and traces might hold clues.But nothing, except her salmi coloured skinspeaks of an obvious cause. And this is a reaction,a marker, the action of being dead two days.And her eeyore rattle weeps by her head.Just as we cry for her. And wonder what we didfor her to stop fighting and leave us clueless.
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A Fortnight Later 0000-00-00 00:00:00 It's now two weeks since Ethel was born. I prefer to say it like this, since the fact is that it is roughly 16 days since she died, not that we can be exactly sure when that happened, but the long and the short of things is that it is two weeks since she was born.
I mention this only because we got a letter today from the bereavement midwife. I should point out that she was unavailable on the day because she was at a meeting. Anywho.... we got a letter from her today, apologising for not being in contact earlier, saying that she was there if we needed to talk, and offering her condolences for the loss of our baby.
Now I understand that it is natural, and indeed that such language is commonplace, but I would suggest that this woman needs to go for re-training. Because we did not lose Ethel... she did not roll under the bed, or hide in a cupboard, she died.
For some reason this really annoys me. It annoys me even when I find myself thinking it. But then I only ever think it when I
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