breakfast with bum bear

Being filled with grief while there's a toddler in the house is a strange experience. It's fairly standard to sob and play simultaneously at the moment. Thankfully Eve is on top of things and is making sure Bum Bear still gets breakfast.

The day began with breakfast with Bum Bear and ended with a gathering at Mum's best friend's house, the venue for Mum's "do" after the funeral and tonight, the venue for a kind of wake. We shared a meal, read a few psalms, prayed, remembered Mum fondly and her friend, Peter, chose a favourite tune for us to sit and reflect. It was tremendously therapeutic and I felt some sense of peace ahead of tomorrow.