We had a Month’s Mind mass last weekend. Just over a month since Herself died on us. A time to do more praying, for family and friends to gather and support each other, to catch up with people who hadn’t made it to the funeral. People who’d been on holiday or who hadn’t realised the extent of her illness showed up to be with us. I didn’t howl and bawl, so my system still recognises some of the proprieties. I cried and snuffled in the house- the first time I’d been there since. That was harder than I’d expected.
The Handsome Husband worries me. He is so lost, so anxious, so resistant to help. That was harder than I expected too.
The fun bit was the discovery of a new-to-the-family photograph. It was probably taken in the late forties. Herself was tall and smiley and poised, with good hair. We were all entertained that the style was in evidence over 60 years ago.
I took another picture from the house, one from 40 years ago. The amazing thing is that the Brother and I could be replaced now with Lightning McQueen and Girl 2 and the picture would be remarkably similar.