vales of a life in pictures. I have been astonished at the grappling of life after death. It is therapeutic in a funny kinda of way to keep seeing new images lost in time. The fascination with a Dyson fan on an oncology ward. A maritime museum visit. The trips, walks and all kind of manners in a wobbly recovery start again. The court blazoned letters still getting with agencies not in coordination with the facts ... a cousins words in no uncertain terms to be harassed in this way after such a horrible anus situation ...
The irony of being in temporary housing at the time. And the threatened court action in eviction to out me out the home I was not even in then .... the crisis team ( no sign of the continued package of a care to remove the extensive excesses of the one now gone, but the environment still there of Mental health area of care ! The pass the buck legacy!) of the time still wading through all the necessary to overhaul an overwhelmingly ridiculous time of the wrong decisions time and again by the certain agencies who so failed a life of a man ...
You get those pesky letters of bureaucracy at the best of time, the passing the buck, in those darkest days the misguidance beyond ridiculous...
I had so much grief you couldn't write a suitable tragic tale out of the disbelief of those around me that bothered in that could you believe did that all really happen !
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