The day started off well. Trying to organise my life again, painting every morning, gym four times a week. Then it was time to go to gym and as I was driving I put Laura’s Amr Diab CD on, the one on which she wrote his name, the one that I played incessantly for months after her death. That started it, the deep dark hollowness of grief. I could see Laura belly dancing to the one piece of music, smiling and happy, as she always was when she danced. Hello darkness my old friend…
