Cakewalking

Getting ready for the funeral tomorrow. Like preparing for a party you don't want to go to but is important goes well.

Did cooking for the party. Four of the boy's favourite recipes. Seemed a good idea a few days ago. But was much harder than I imagined. Doing them without him was painful and a reminder that a recipe was the last thing we said to him before he died.

I went to see the boy at the chapel of rest. Sat with him for a while and said my goodbyes. No epiphany but have to accept that he is not here, that is not him and this really is the end.