Grieving is Exhausting

Me: Grieving is actually physically exhausting, isn’t it?

Nell: It is. I have to admit I’m a little tired.

Me: You need to rest.

Nell: It’s been an exceptionally difficult week for us all.

Me: It certainly has.

Nell: This time last week we had no idea it would be Poppy’s last day with us.

Me: No.

Nell: And you have had to say a final farewell to your little sister.

Me: I’m glad Alex is with my mother and stepfather. Their grave is in a beautiful place and I know she wanted her ashes to be scattered there too.

Nell: She did.

Me: Dave made us all a wonderful tea when we got home.

Nell: It was a good effort. The scones weren’t quite right.

Me: It was his first attempt. The sandwiches were lovely.

Nell: I was glad to see the crusts were cut off. Poppy would have approved.

Me: I wasn’t expecting the entertainment.

Nell: Gladys insisted on an interpretive dance. Personally, I thought the singing was enough.

Me: There were an awful lot of corgis.

Nell: And not a lot of room.

Me: It was ever so kind of the Whippets Institute to bring us cake.

Nell: They knew David would be daunted. It was their way of celebrating Poppy too.

Me: How kind.

Nell: They always saw her as an honorary whippet.

Me: I never knew that.

Nell: Poppy was greatly admired.

Me: It was good to share happy memories of Alex with Charlotte and the children.

Nell: Yes.

Me: Family is everything.

Nell: And we are blessed with a wonderful family.

Me: I’m so sad, Nell.

Nell: One step at a time. We can do this. Together.

Me: Yes.

Nell: And no sorries. You were very brave. Be kind to yourself.

Me: Thank you.

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