One more day and then I’m off for a week. I’m technically on emergency support cover Sat and Sun for a colleague currently setting up a new installation in Abu Dhabi, but I’m hopeful that that will be a very minimal level of support needed.
Today I’ve really struggled with focus. Tim set off this morning about 9.30 and the smalls have pretty much entertained themselves all day with occasional assistance with food, or setting up digital comics, or finding piano books, you know the kind of thing. I’ve just had to practically wrestle them out of the bath, I think they were hoping on staying in there until they’d turned into frozen prunes, and now they are in bed, listening to Pippi Longstocking. I’m hoping for another day of cooperation tomorrow, and then maybe the car tax will arrive on Saturday, and even if it doesn’t Tim will be back with the other car.
Had a difficult conversation with Big this morning. Tim’s father died at the weekend, and the funeral will be next week while we are on holiday in the vicinity. So I asked her whether she knew if she wanted to go – she didn’t really know what a funeral is, not surprisingly. So we talked about that for a little bit, then tears welled up and she asked if she could go and listen to a tape for a while by herself. 🙁 My children appear to be very much Tim’s children in this regard, they internalise deep feelings far more than I’ve ever expected. And then they work through it in their own good time, and then we deal with it together.
My sister rang in and amongst this, and sounded disapproving when I said we were thinking of taking Big to the funeral. I can’t see why not if she knows what it is and what will happen and she wants to go (and for that matter, the same applies to Small). Am I mad? Surely it’s better not to hide all this behind grown up doors, like the book says, dying is a part of life. The first funeral I ever went to was that of a (youngish) family friend who had committed suicide and her family blamed him – it was not an occasion for coming together. Not the one to start with, iykwin, not that any of them are starting points, but anyway.
So it’s not surprising that we’re all a little tired and frayed at the moment. Even with the funeral, I’m still looking forward to the holiday. There’s lots I should be getting out of the way before then, but instead I’m making myself some jacket potatoes, and then I’m going to bed. I’m ever so tired.




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