Days passed and I hid inside rather than face the sun outside. It seemed wrong that it could shine so brightly when everything seemed the opposite to me. How can the sun shine in a world where so many babies die and there's so much pain.
Today it's raining and has been all day which is very unusual here. It's nice. I don't feel out of step with the world staying inside, doing my cross-sitch, and watching DVDs.
But I wonder if my initial, raw grief had happened in the winter, would I have gotten out of bed each day? Since Matilda died I have gotten out of bed each day (admittedly not much further some days) but if it had been cold and dark I have a feeling I may just have given in and stayed in bed every day seeing nothing to get up for.
Soon this season will be over and I wonder if summer will ever look the same to me again. It's always been my favourite month but now I'm not so sure that'll remain the case. Will this be one of the things Matilda changes about me forever or just something that changes for a while?