No Words

This week I went to my mother’s inquest. I can’t adequately describe sitting in a courtroom, hearing about my mother’s final moments in detail, glimpsing photos from across the room.

The inquest was a good thing, the jury came up with excellent recommendations to try and reduce the risk of this kind of death happening again.

I’m glad I went.

But it was hard, and I’m left feeling kind of empty.

I can’t find it in me to be funny, or introspective, or strong, or wise, or even sad in my post.

So this week I have no words for you. I’m sorry.