#WotW – foggy

I’m going to be honest. I’ve missed a few of these. Partly because I just haven’t had time to blog, partly because it’s been a really tough few weeks, and partly because I just can’t quite put all of the events of the last few weeks into any number of words, let alone one. 

But finally, this week, things are starting to get a little bit easier. By little bit, I mean I only have 1 ill child this week instead of two, there haven’t been any funerals to arrange or attend, and life is very slowly starting to get back to some form of normality. 

When I look back over the last 6 months, I honestly think that we have dealt with most than more normal people.

•  Nobody should ever have to arrange 2 funerals in such a short space of time
• Nobody should have to worry that the funeral directors are going to get it wrong (and they did)
• Nobody should lose 2 such key members of their family in such a short space of time 

And I’ll be honest. It’s been hard. Really hard. There have been times when I’ve had some horrid moments in my head. I now have the most awful upsetting dreams. But I mainly feel totally numb – the majority of the time. I say “I’m fine” because in truth, I have to be. Because I think if I stopped and thought about it I would completely unravel. My mind feels foggy. 

But this week, that fog has started to lift slightly. I’m not saying it’s all sunshine in my world, far from it, but it’s better. This week has been more normal. There has been coffee, nights out, brunch, a cinema trip and lots of lovely time with my little family. 

So this week’s word of the week is foggy. And I am so hoping that it will be a distant thing in the near future.