Miss you Daisy

After 12 days, we survive the funeral. 
through the speakers and family members. 
We manage to survive being pushed to the side or, at the very least, the back. 
Are you relatives? 
We complete the logistics. The documents, the estate administrators, all the paperwork, email and phone calls. 

Its a repetitive loop. What? they ask. 
No. 
How is it possible? 
I wasn't even aware that she was ill.
We know it’s mere formality of display of sympathy, so I try not to take it personally, when all I want to do is scream.

I think back to our last conversation, the absurdity of it and start to giggle before it turns out to be a full on laughter where I’m clutching my sides, then I’m crying so hard I can’t breathe. I guess that’s grief, you’re hit with so much emotions you do not know what to do with it.