It seems that I am back in London.
Thank you all for your thoughts and sympathies.
I don’t even know what to feel. I’m not sure I can even talk about it. How is it possible that she’s not there anymore?
I wish I could have convinced Dad to come to London; he shouldn’t be by himself right now. He didn’t want to leave the house; I think it comforts him on some level. At least he was doing a little better when I left, for the first couple of days he couldn’t even talk. We just ended up sitting on Mum’s favorite bench in the garden for a while. But I think it was good for him. I think it was good for me.
Life’s too short, is what it is.