Finding Humour In Grief

After Evalyn

The room that was already small was made to feel even smaller by the fact there were already two other families waiting in it. The receptionist had called it a ‘waiting room’ but I was pretty sure that at one time throughout history it had actually been a cupboard.

I clung to the paperwork that the hospital had given to us in one hand and held onto Nick’s hand with the other. I would’ve given anything to be sitting in the main waiting room of the Registry Office. In that room there were two sets of parents waiting with their newborns to register their births. One couple were too engrossed on their mobile phones to notice their baby had woken up and the other couple were arguing about who was the most tired as their baby had kept them awake most of the night. There wasn’t a door attached to…

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