Good Grief 66

There is still so much that I miss. I find it unbearably painful.
Grumpy. That's one that fits at the moment. It's up there on the scale  with anger but it's definitely has more of a grump quality. It still never ceases to fascinate me how others react. I told a colleague at work who had missed the fact that dad had died. There was a slightly perfunctory hug and an 'I'm sorry' and then a moving swiftly on ... on to the world of the living, the slightly facile, the mundane. I get that feeling a stranded whale might get when they've been left behind by the tide. A huge ebbing occurs and the world, voices, things and people all become distant and far away leaving a strange hollow echoing and blurring of reality.