Last week I had had some space to think, to cry, to try and get my head around what has happened.
I thought I was ready.
I am ready.
Driving to school this morning I got a bit emotional. It all felt so normal.
But life isn’t normal anymore. It has changed beyond belief, yet so much has stayed the same.
It kind of felt disloyal to my mum to be going about my business as I had before she died. I know that that is stupid, and that life does have to go on. But that’s how it felt as I drove to work. I won’t lie to you, there were tears. But I pulled myself together. Just about.
When I got to school my friends had left these in my classroom.
By 9am and lesson 1 I had had a coffee, a couple of hugs, a few wobbly chin moments, but I was ready to go.
By 3pm it was like I have never been away.
So this is it then. I’m getting on with life. Getting back to reality.
The new life. The new reality.
It’ll be hard. It’ll involve random snotty crying triggered by who knows what.