The new normal is coming. There will be many good things about it, once it arrives. There had better be, because people I love will have to live in it.
I take deep breaths. I try not to think too hard about what his mother must be going through when I look at my sons. I focus on mundane details. When there is a date set for the funeral, I will need to arrange for cat-sitting on short notice.
Gareth is of an age to ask why, about everything, repeatedly, all day. Fortunately, he's easy to side-track. I don't know why people die, but I know why iris flowers grow better from corms than from cuttings. It'll make for an interesting funeral experience. I have learned that a funerary gathering benefits immensely from having babies in attendance. We'll see whether pre-schoolers have as salutary an effect.