Thursday, 19 April 2012

Hitting rock bottom (emotionally) and climbing back up...

So the last two weeks were a rage-fest. It was hard to eat, sleep, breathe, move.. with this anger inside. It seems I might have hit the peak of the anger (for now, at least).

Saturday was a rough day. Aisling was to perform in a show with her drama group. They had been rehearsing since January and she was really looking forward to it, in her usual clever humble way. We got to the theatre and into the room where she was to get changed and she broke down. She couldn't stop crying. It was uncontrollable grief. My heart broke for her. My baby. Such a great girl, who cruelly lost her father.

Surprisingly everything continued around her as if there wasn't a grief-stricken, heartbroken child crying uncontrollably in the middle of the hustle and bustle. Of course the show must go on but a few kind words or a pat on the back would have been nice. Strange. People are sheep but sheep are cuter.

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