Day 24 of Grief: The Stubbly Hairs at the Bottom of his Nose
(From my recordings). On the Friday of my Mammy’s funeral, I came home and said, Darren, I need to get drunk and grieve this properly by myself (with him obviously). I don’t need loads of people around me to do that. I knew I’d get teary, but I’d be OK. I’m not… I don’t drink…