It’s the minutiae of things that have to be done after someone dies that boggles my mind.
It’s as if I have an ever-growing list of things I must get done.
And I just want them all to be over, so that I don’t have to keep being reminded all the time my dad is gone.
Because I wouldn’t be doing them if he were here. So I know he’s gone, I’m reminded he’s gone, over and over.
It chips away at me. It wears me down. It reminds me that I’m alone now.
And I just want all the minutiae to be done. To not be reminded that I’m alone.
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I believe love is the only way to create great work. If you don't love it, then your heart's best won't be in it. I am an editor, writer and blogger with over 20 years of professional experience. I help authors with their story development by consulting on manuscripts, and I will read your book and advise you on what needs to be changed and what shouldn't be. I have a BA in psychology and have been interested in human nature, our personal journeys and how we can better ourselves for as long as I can remember; human behaviour and the motivations behind it have always fascinated me.
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