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Some Children Die

Education Department, Jersey

Sally Day

Acorns Hospice, Birmingham, UK

No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting.

Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not me. (C.S. Lewis, 1961)

School Psychology International, Vol. 13, No. 1, 61-71 (1992)
DOI: 10.1177/0143034392131005


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