A Kind Of Grieving

It's a month since Mum died. I've found I've adjusted easily to the rhythms of everyday life. I expected that. The rawness of the grief has gone. Hardly surprising really considering how long I'd had to prepare for what had to be. Some of the grieving took place before she left us, in fact.

But what has surprised me is how often I've found myself thinking in these last few weeks not just of Mum but of all her generation, as it were, who've gone before. I remember them, without exception, with warmth and affection. So it's been an oddly comforting month. Larkin was right: What will survive of us is love.