I was planning on getting home and writing something about the article in F1 magazine regarding Michael Schumacher’s fall from grace (great read, would recommend it, it’s what I’ve been saying should happen for years). Anyway, my day at the beach watching the Margate airshow was interupted by the news that my mother has died. For those that know me, know I have a somewhat tempestuous, or should I say had, relationship with my mother.
I’m a little numb to be honest, I’m not as broken up as I probably should be in knowing that a parent has died. Is this normal? Should I be feeling like this? I really don’t feel very much. I felt worse for my aunt who found her and who’s had to start the things that you go through when someone dies.
I know this isn’t the kind of thing that should probably be blogged, but I just don’t know what to think so writing it down might help.
