24th June, 2019.
It’s got to be said … I think I’ve had a bad day, today.
With news, last night, about my Uncle Brian’s death …
And news this morning, that my Aunty Bella had died.
Which was the death that really twanged: it’s only a few months ago we’d seen him.
So it seemed … not to be quite so painful.
That’s me, speaking for myself.
Bella’s death, on the other hand … ?
Hurts.
It’s been a while since we’d seen her: and arranging time to go down to Kent, to do so … ?
Seemed to take forever.
There was always a wrong time.
Until, of course, it’s to late …
~≈†≈~
That has left me …
Well, flummoxed … is possibly the wrong word.
Shocked … ?
Glum … ?
Possibly the word needed here, is glum.
Possibly the word needed here, is glum.
Certainly — for now — in need of a lift.
I’d done gloomy, last night.
And seriously fancied something light and fluffy.
~≈†≈~
