The recent loss of a dear friend – an elderly woman who I believed immortal – brings back the same feeling I had when my mother died…that it’s all a terrible mistake. I keep waiting for a call or a text from my friend…even though the memorial is this weekend.
Denial is the first stage of loss. It works for awhile…
She can’t be dead. It’s not possible. I keep expecting her to show up, to put an end to all this nonsense about her being dead.
I keep thinking we’ll have another chance, that it’ll be like before. That I should save those clothes because she’ll need them when she returns.
It’s all just a terrible mistake. Come back, Mama. We’ll get everything all straightened out.
She can’t be dead. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!