James cast a look around the small gathering, unable to fully grasp the reality of it, that he was there, that any of them were, and Helen wasn’t.
I know that feeling, my fathers funeral, it didn’t feel real, like I was there, but not, I scrunched myself inwards & as soon as the actual service was over I left, came home, got very very drunk & cried my heart out while being so angry at him, at mum, at myself, at life! It’s been 8yrs & not much has changed.
