Finally, after nearly two fruitless weeks of dental records and Dna testing, The police came around to get me to Formally identify my Marie’s tattoo. A two minute job, and I got a sense of closure. A finality which, even though intellectually I already knew to true, in my heart I hoped there had been a mistake. I saw my name on her Beautiful skin and knew, at last, it was true. I’m hoping that this will help me to stop waiting for the phone to ring and to hear her on the phone. I know it is normal, but It’s bloody annoying when I catch myself doing it. So at last, the temporary death certificate will be released and we can get the funeral set.
Some bits of this are really hard!
Live in Love
this. its still like this.