I work in a hospital. No I’m not a nurse. I work in housekeeping. It’s not a glorified job. For me it’s significant.
It’s hard, it’s where I last saw my husband, my brother and my brothers son.
I kind of work with them in mind, after my brother died, I did the cleaning in his room. I wanted to. Life just seems to be about cleaning up sometimes.
I wanted to spend Xmas day alone after my older brother Michael died, so I could just think about him, my husband Robin, my nephew Eric and my grandparents and people who arent here anymore. That was a bit hard. I had a friend rescue me(kind of) Xmas eve. He didnt know my plan, just phoned to see how I was and invited me over. We stayed up all night drinking. That helped.(!)
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