supermouse

I've been asked if I have words to add to Pol's eulogy and the weekend since I got asked that has been mostly 'I cannot'. I mean obviously I have to, although not alone, and I have passed the request on to his other close family up in the North Wet.

I miss texting Pol before I sleep, I miss checking the reply when I wake up. The rest of the time I've been writing so much my hands are complaining about the typing. My mother doesn't have the emotional tools to handle grief, but she has been making a proper cooked meal for us every single day.

I literally have no idea what to say, at all. I loved him and I wish to hell he was still alive, that's about it.