grief: part two
For almost a month I’ve been in a state of perpetual jetlag.
I’ve never felt so exhausted in my life.
But slowly my sleep is finding a new normal and the fog is beginning to lift.
I remember a couple of months after my brother died having the longest sleep of my adult life – over 10 hours of uninterrupted slumber. It only happened once but I savour the memory in the same way I recall a delicious meal decades on from when it was consumed.
Just one sleep like that again and I can do anything.