Teresa

The idea that grief did strange things to time echoed in my head as I walked down the corridor towards the council chamber.

When grieving, some hours felt as if they were dragging you on the floor embedded in broken glass.

When my mother lay in her room, trapped in limbo, attending the council meeting felt crazy. Sometimes, I attended, but my concentration was still with my mother in that room.

But now, she was gone, and life must go on. And I have to take up ...