And we have not

A whole week since the funeral.

The funeral was "good" in all its imperfect joyousness ... a fitting tribute and remembrance to a man who had already left us.

And now the letting go.
And the embracing of new things and people and configurations of life.

None of it feels quite right - why is that?

20 months centred on Gerald.
How do we re-locate a centre - as individuals, as a family?

Where is the comfort for Alex? for Sophie?
I guess we will flail about for a bit.
Are we responsible for the comforters?

Not a whole heap of good ideas; I expect they will come soon.
Do we all need space? And a very few, very forgiving, close friends?

Surely there must be creative leaps through the process?
Less forced march, and more moments where the energy of new creation (fission and fusion) overtakes the loss, are what I had in mind ...

L