By Jack Goody
Intentionally contemplating suitable theories recommend by means of previous writers and analyzing them within the gentle of the study for this actual publication, the writer spent over a hundred days attending funeral ceremonies and he attended 25 burial companies. First released in 1962.
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I vented my anger and grief on the people who took Mummy away from me. I will never ever see my mummy again. I had cried so much and just wanted to go and lie down and die as well. I slept in the same bed as my younger sister, because I didn’t want to sleep alone that night. The day after, none of us went to school. Dad, my older brother, my older sister and I went to a funeral parlour. There we chose the urn and the coffin. The bloody old bag sitting there was cold and unfeeling. She just wanted to get a move on and get it over and done with.
Time passed. We didn’t think very often about the fact that Mummy was ill, but sometimes it struck me that she really did have breast cancer. She was still the same wonderful, happy mother and my life carried on as usual. I knew that of course Mummy would regain her health. I loved my family and my friends and felt that I really did have their support. The winter passed and summer arrived. As soon as school ended we went out to our summer cottage, just as lovely as always. I spent all day every day with my friends and I think we lay in the water at least half of the time.
She would make it. But I think that Dad knew that time was soon up for Mummy. Dad was just as strong. He was able to keep his anger to himself and he never showed his sadness. There were many evenings when I cried and Dad always came and comforted me. One weekend I was going to stay with one of my best friends. She and I always thought of things to do and it was always fun to be at her place. Her mother fetched me. I forgot to say goodbye to Mummy. On Saturday we visited the zoo and I bought a present for Mummy since it was Mother’s Day the next day: a dream-catcher to have in her bedroom so that she wouldn’t have nightmares.