In February we went away and it's such a short month, there was little material to work with.
Then March. Boom.
I don't think my family will ever hear that word the same again for a very long time. I'm reading a book and the author wrote Boom. And in my head all I heard was "Greg's dead". That's what the priest said at his funeral: "Boom. Greg's dead". We had an incredulous Irish chuckle at that. You may have to be part of my family to get the black humour out of that statement. It was just a bit obvious, and probably summed up how we were all feeling.
I went to write in March but none of it gelled with my blog's vibe to be witty, humourous, and informative all at the same time. I wrote but it did…