Her funeral was not quite a week later, and in lots of ways it feels like time has sped forward or skipped a beat in order for us to be able to deal with it. The days in the lead up to her funeral were so heartbreaking, and then it is almost as if I've gone a bit numb. Like we're all just waiting for her to wake up. I guess our brains want to self preserve so perhaps will only give us little bits of grief as we can handle it. I'm not sure. I'd always kind of scoffed at the cliche of 'one day at a time', but now I know so well that it is the only thing to be counted on.
Thank you so much for all your kind messages during this time, it has meant the world.