I had thought I’d do fried eggs and bacon for tea, but then I discovered I’d already eaten the bacon, and the eggs had gone off days ago.
Before she passed, Sheila always took care of the shopping. She always knew exactly what we did and didn’t need. Now it’s just me—forgetting dates, forgetting meals.
Maybe I’ll go later and get fish and chips with mushy peas.
Chip-shop dinners were always Sheila’s favourite, and she especially loved the mushy peas.
Then again…maybe I’ll skip the mushy peas. They’ll only make the empty chair at the table harder to ignore.
Excellent writing capturing the pain of loss.
Easily captures the loss, the emptiness, the rituals.
A real sense of loss and how important the little everyday unremarkable things are.
Heartbreaking! Excellent piece.
Great way to show loss and grief. Moving.