Through The Letterbox by Devices Writers’ Group - HTML preview

Isobel

the world and even worse than that I had no words.

I was lost. Everything stayed inside me. At

PS Now the period with no words is over, I find I Christmas when the girls and the grandchildren

have an over abundance of words to express so

came we all tried to put on brave faces but the grief have joined a local writers’ group. But, more about was overwhelming for us all and we couldn’t seem

that next time. x

to help each other.

But then in early January some friends who

had been worrying about my frame of mind intro-

duced me to a lovely young man called Jamie. I can

see now how it was all contrived, for young Jamie

was a grief counsellor. Somehow he got me to start