Every day I tell myself it's time to be getting over this,' he said
into the space above her head. 'I know that people expect it of
me. They used to offer their sympathy but now they don't; they
don't even mention his name. They think it's time my life moved
on. The first year was like a bad dream- I was at his bedroom
door in the morning before I remembered he wasn't there to be
woken. But this second year is worse, it's real. I've stopped going
to his door. I've sometimes let a whole day pass without thinking
about him.