Sunday Tittle Tattle: The Death Switch
I was going to publish this post last week, but then I realised that it was Easter Sunday and the title was inappropriately depressing. None of the post is overly cheery, I have to say; but keep going because there’s a (relatively) positive end to all of this grief and death talk.
Not that this is the last time I’ll mention grief, I’m sure, because even though I’ve started to feel awkward talking about it – as though my window for public mourning closed on the day of my Dad’s funeral – I seem to find the whole process fascinating. At least to write about. In reality, grief is a breath-snatching, eye-reddening bastard that sneaks up on you when you least expect it – a song coming on the radio when you’re in a taxi, the smell of someone’s soap on their hands as they take your child’s temperature at the health centre. A face behind the windscreen of a white van as you pull out of the petrol station. So yes, fascinating on paper, and cathartic to write about, but not in the least bit convenient or practical when you’re trying to get on with life, with two small beings in tow.
Anyway, I wanted to talk today about what I’m going to call the “Death Switch” and ask for a show of hands from those who identify with it. The Death Switch is what I’ve named the feeling I had a day or so after my Dad’s death until just a couple of weeks ago (so, almost six weeks of feeling the way IR...
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