We have a date at last for the inquest. 10th October. I have been called as a witness too, by the Coroner. I know it seems a while away, but it is a date, and hopefully we will get some answers at last.
When Geoff died, I remember being aghast when I was told that it took 7-10 months to get all the statements in. Well, now it is a year, and finally it looks as though everyone has responded. You can have no idea how relieved I am to finally have a real date for it all to happen. And as this is the week of the anniversary of his death, it is a good time to find out that I will finally be getting a death certificate in the forseeable future. It seems as if everything in my life has been on hold all these months. In a way, it is as though it is all happening again. You know all those people you have to send copies of the death certificate to? Well, they are all out there, waiting for the final one too. It all has to be done again. All those letters. I have not even been able to register his death, a year after the event. It is all vaguely surreal.
It has been a wobbly day. Superficially everything is fine. Under the surface? Wobbly. But that is ok.