Yesterday was not a good day. I had a few jobs to do to finish off Mike’s room. Going through tubs of papers, files, sympathy cards etc brought to the surface a lot of emotion. I found myself treating papers like they were sacred and holy. Feeling very protective even over a copy of Mike’s funeral service sheet. By mid-morning I just had to have a little cry.
Kathy phoned the police to see when they could return Mike’s possessions. The lady said that under the Data Protection Act she could not reveal that! Do you really think that is a helpful comment to the mother of a deceased 18-year-old! So lots of emotion after that call. Then Kathy is struggling with Laura and I still calling it “Mike’s Room”. She was hoping that after we decorated we would call it something else.
The Tomb Stone is still not up and is dragging on.
I walked into Laura’s room at 6:00 am today to find the light on and her lying there having had a bad dream.