The day after Grace passed away. I feel empty; perhaps I’m just in shock? I stood in the middle of the entrance hall of Rotterdam station for about five minutes, watching the world go by. Is this all really happening?
I’ve received lots of kind messages on Facebook. Wow, what a journey this has been over the last two years.
I finally got my D&G trainers for the funeral. When I came back from Amsterdam, I just wanted to go to the care home.
Just Angry
I’m angry today. I had a big confrontation with the conductor on the metro for being rude and nasty. A lady on the tram tried to calm me down. I upset the conductor so much that she punched the screen towards me. I considered complaining, but you know what? It’s not worth it.
