today was remembering where I had put all those silly certificates, that I not had with me for the informal interview last year. The first aid and defibrillator, the IT, the introduction to health and social care etc ...
I had my recent acquired exam certificates and a few other bits.
It tas been a day of bringing together more of the recent acquisitions to my volunteer portfolio to add to the current, for the future vocation selection ...
I am knee deep in the post crisis accumulating tasks I banged on about in not handling my own scars in that bombardment of post time, added with unnecessarily junk mail handling that I now have a tad more of a system with ... the continuing deaths of key family members in the very middle of so much grief. And shoving it to one side in the rush of hospital bedside visits at key points of coma etc ...
The not just spouse bereavement
The loss of key elements of a fundamental organised functional life grief anf much more ... The loss of not just self, not quite got at times ...
A place to sleep. A place to wash and toilet needs. A place for clothes to dress in. A place to work in preparing food. A place to eat. A place to sit to eat. A place to sit and play. A place to sit and work. A place to just chill and relax ... and on it goes
The coats and shoes in the right place to pick up and go out ...
And the keys and all life bits and pieces
The storage of time; lost in the whispers ...
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