Tuesday, 31st October 2023
By the time Sunday came to a close, I felt exactly like this little bear. I would have done one better. I would have climbed back into the box and shut it firmly!
Regular readers will know that I was looking forward to the extra hour in bed but when that extra hour came and went, I felt a little worse for wear. My stomach which works like clockwork didn’t like the “later feeding”.
Then something that I witnessed in church that day riled me. By the time evening came, my grief got the better of me and I did something that I had NEVER done before. Sob my heart out to the vicar! I was so embarrassed after that! I still am! The vicar was very kind and reassuring. He said that I needed to cry more often and that it would aid the grieving process.