Grief works its way out in different ways. I
do much of my thinking by talking with friends, then writing it
out in a journal. It’s not exactly therapy (so don’t try
sending me the bill after reading this) but it does help clarify things. The
events and memories of the last few days will take time to process, to try and
understand exactly what was going on from the time Jill suddenly fell sick- and work out what, if
anything, I’ve learned from it all.
