Status Updates From With Love, Grief and Fury

I am on a runaway train heading straight for 'grandmother' I may even try and read it at her funeral. And may she glare at me both for breaking her cardinal rule that no close family should speak at funerals and for daring to say it at all. May she glare with pursed lips and the slight squint like she's reading my soul and analysing me. Deciding on whether or not I'm worth the trouble of telling off.

The last few months have been truly horrific in so many ways - I'm starting to get back on my feet now with good days and bad days, I'm grateful because for a few years now there has only been bearable and unbearable days. Amongst the carnage Im aware iv come out on top - this book has been a balm and a light to my black grief and a friend in a lonely world - thank you