And yes, I, Stan Nugent am the living guilty party. I never realized that this guilt of living is alive and well in many people and through no-ones fault is sometimes dumped on the shoulders of the survivor (in this case a twin) by grieving parents desperate for a connection.
The snow drops were out when John died. Every year I see them and every year they make me sad. Every year my mother brought a glass of snowdrops into my room and put them on my windowsill just in case I forgot. I feckin hate snowdrops!! I think if John was alive he would hate snowdrops too! There's talk of putting snowdrops on my mothers headstone....Jesus talk about pushing a man over the edge!
I would have thought my grip on sanity a bit tenuous at the best of times but yesterday I met a friend who tweeted the pope so today I am feeling sane and optimistic so I set myself a goal of having a publishing deal by Christmas.....will keep you posted! :)
