Tell Me How This Ends

by Jo Leevers

At first, you’ll feel as if a huge hole has opened up in front of you. But slowly the edges will soften and the hole will start to fill up. As time goes on, you won’t fall into it quite so often and eventually you’ll be able to stand on the edge and look into it. Remember, grief is the price we pay for love.

‘Some people say it gets easier, but I think you just adapt. The grief doesn’t go; you just mould yourself around it.

No one tells you, do they? How grief is a sort of madness. One minute you’re firing off emails to someone in London about this great idea, the next you can’t even get out of bed.’