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Dear Mum and Dad,

Wow, weird to be writing to both of you.

Well the funeral preps almost done. God it just feels to be dragging and dragging and dragging on.

We're doing OK I think. Yup, there's been plenty of tears. Plenty. We've dispatched the Mike's with the kids and us three girls are hovering around in a state of stupor.

There seems to be a rip in the time/space continuum. We get up, smoke, coffee, smoke, coffee and then suddenly it's tea time. Nothing seems to be getting done, nothing seems to be getting achieved but with minimal effort we've done Mum's eulogy, funeral sheet, readings and clothes organised.

I hope they do you justice Mum, I really do. How do you sum up your Mum? How can words ever do it justice?

It's hard. So bloody hard. I feel too young to be an orphan. It's too soon after losing dad.

I miss you both terribly.

Love Cath
xoxox