Chapter 128- Joanne’s Point of view.
It is funny how grief affects us all differently. Some cry, shout, collapse, in dramatic fashion. Others take to their beds for days on end unable to find the will to get up. Sometimes people turn to the lure of alcohol in a bid to forget. Whilst some people are deemed to have zero emotions, they just get on with it, only to have the breakdown months or weeks after the event. I, however, am just numb.
The tole of the bell breaks the silence, as the gathered mourners stand heads bowed in respect. I glance over at Lucy, who cradles her small bump with her hands. Tears stream unabashedly down her beautiful face. The shock and stress of that day played its part, causing her to end up in hospital again, her body unable to cope with anything she put insid
