the world and even worse than that I had no words.
I was lost. Everything stayed inside me. At
PS Now the period with no words is over, I find I Christmas when the girls and the grandchildren
have an over abundance of words to express so
came we all tried to put on brave faces but the grief have joined a local writers’ group. But, more about was overwhelming for us all and we couldn’t seem
that next time. x
to help each other.
But then in early January some friends who
had been worrying about my frame of mind intro-
duced me to a lovely young man called Jamie. I can
see now how it was all contrived, for young Jamie
was a grief counsellor. Somehow he got me to start