Monday, November 10, 2014
a husk, experiencing the strange stresses
In the few days after my mother's death, I've taken up a regime of day-drinking ("Champagne, which is a breakfast drink", I informed the Sober Husband) and day-eating on the couch. This was interrupted yesterday by a phone call informing the Sober Husband that one of his brothers had died. Bizarrely it turns out that the brother in question had passed away around the same time as my mother, but had not been discovered for a few days as he was living alone after his divorce.