What now?
The comments have stopped
The cards are in a draw
The funeral is done
His estate is settled
So what now?
"Don't forget to remember him
"Don't be quiet, you can speak to me"
"Don't feel sad if you're having a good day"
I don't want a list of don'ts
I want want something to do.
I want the next tradition
the next process
the next step to complete bereavement;
The next thing to not look forward to
But it's not there
There's nothing there
Just me
My memories
and a to do list that's done.
I need something prescribed
I need something defined
Diatonic and aligned
He's dead.
He's ash.
He's mourned.
So what now?
About the Creator
Dan Gee
Writing from Brecon, Wales. Father of two, lover of music and spicy food. Artist Relations/Marketing by day.
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