Apparently there is no set pattern for grief and mourning.
That's good. Because I can't see any pattern to mine either.
Either I'm totally matter of fact, stating the BALDLY that W is DEAD. Or well, the strangest things set me off.
When Edinburgh's finest Care Equipment Services came to collect the equipment yesterday for some reason they were un-informed as to why they were collecting the bed etc. One of them cheerfully asked me "Wull he be wantin' his walking stick?"
"No" I said deadpan, "he's dead".
The look on their faces was good.
Stopped for a street survey, and asked how many adults were resident chez Macy, I was quite calm replying "Well, one as of last Wednesday. My partner died on Tuesday night".
And I was sorry for the researcher immediately I remembered my manners.
But asked today, at Scotmid's newsagent counter of all places, "How are we today?" I lost it.
"Well.. one of us is ....sob....DEAD...." Tears, oceans of tears. In SCOTMID.
Going to take a long time before they stop looking embarassed around me in Scotmid. That's for sure.
30 October 2009 at 21:09
Do what you have to and go with your feelings. People will understand.
Sx
30 October 2009 at 22:29
Is that the one in the brilliant "Still Game"?
30 October 2009 at 22:32
I recall when my gran died at Christmas. Everyone at work knew she was coming to mine for Christmas Day (she died on the 27th) and so on my return to work, they wanted to know how she'd enjoyed it, being back in Edinburgh etc. 'Yes, she enjoyed it' I said, 'but then she died'. It seems callous in retrospect, but short of having a big badge, not much I could say to change the truth.
I've chuntered.
And everyone's embarrassed in Scotmid. They all want to be in Morrison's insteD
1 November 2009 at 11:42
SCOTMID....sigh. Still game is GLASGOW. Here in Q'Ferry we have the less cuddly version. I think it inspired Black Books and the League of Gentlemen...
2 November 2009 at 23:32
Nothing is inappropriate.
It is all in the moment and how you deal with it