Denial is underrated. In this case it must have saved me a great deal of worry. When Granddad went into hospital for the third time in six months, I was able to say, Well he’s fallen over; broken some ribs – it’s a mechanical injury; he’ll recover and be back with us, again, soon enough. The voice of reason might have muttered, Yes, but he keeps falling over, and is on twenty different medicines, and has barely recovered from last time. That voice, mercifully, was either absent or too quiet to be heard. There were not days or weeks of sour stomachs and sleepless nights awaiting the bad news; it arrived unanticipated, and delivered its misery in a single moment.
RIP Granddad
RIP Granddad
RIP Granddad
Denial is underrated. In this case it must have saved me a great deal of worry. When Granddad went into hospital for the third time in six months, I was able to say, Well he’s fallen over; broken some ribs – it’s a mechanical injury; he’ll recover and be back with us, again, soon enough. The voice of reason might have muttered, Yes, but he keeps falling over, and is on twenty different medicines, and has barely recovered from last time. That voice, mercifully, was either absent or too quiet to be heard. There were not days or weeks of sour stomachs and sleepless nights awaiting the bad news; it arrived unanticipated, and delivered its misery in a single moment.