For my first ‘Me Mondays’ post of 2018, I’m thrilled to share this short, bone-true story I wrote for the wonderful braveandrecklessblog, who I’ve linked to several times before. Trigger warning: loss of a loved one & grief. Thank you if you choose to read it, G xO
Why had my cousin rung me 5 times in thirty minutes? I returned my phone to airplane mode, and pushed open the classroom door. But during the lesson, my attention kept being pulled back to the call record, even while I taught; why was my stomach knotting?
The one hour dragged like mud, then I pressed redial.
‘It’s your Dad. He had a heart attack in Hawaii and…’
And is in hospital. Is fine. Will be fine. Or confined to a wheelchair at worst.
‘… and he died. I’m so sorry.’
Who took my knees away and punched me in the gut? Can I just curl up here and die on the street too?
A passing cyclist wobbles and stops. ‘Are you OK?’
No. Yes. No. I can’t share this pain with you, leave me alone!
Lying in bed that night, alone at home, with a silent waterfall streaming out…
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