and looking forward to some more festive seasonal fare, after a few days of digging and delving deep within the home ... it will be most welcome ... The care package details from the death closure of a deceased patient, filing in to a package ready to do what we will. Accessing records and transparency speaks volumes in how we all need our time from such events. The harshness of reality of those that do not actually care. How you are treated cos the natural part of grief in anger, the majority do not have the time for. I fully understand all sides. The constraints of what we can actually do, when we have one eye on the clock and not fully hearing what is said.
I live with the reminder everyday of a certain crisis now. Everyday drawing strength within to achieve something.
The conversations whirling in my head, like a black hole that sucked all the goodness out of my life, from so many and so damn disgusting. No wonder my hubby withdrew from life.
How do I care for others now? When already I have had many coming to me to talk too. I am listening again, instead of the one seeking to be listened to.
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