This week I went to my mother’s inquest. I can’t adequately describe sitting in a courtroom, hearing about my mother’s final moments in detail, glimpsing photos from across the room.
The inquest was a good thing, the jury came up with excellent recommendations to try and reduce the risk of this kind of death happening again.
But it was hard, and I’m left feeling kind of empty.
I can’t find it in me to be funny, or introspective, or strong, or wise, or even sad in my post.
So this week I have no words for you. I’m sorry.