lukelove in Lockdown

Day 1278.

I texted Jesse:

“Today I should be picking you up with giant buckets of coffee and turmeric milk and setting the GPS for a location that little English girls can only dream of. Roof down, stereo blasting, direct access to the giant skies, laughing and sobbing in equal measure and intensity, as we share the music of our lost boys, in grief and joy and head towards the font of healing. And frankly, I am pissed off that I am not!”

Today, before the Covid lockdown, was the day that I would be off to start an important element of the lukelove work.

I was accepted by Dr Joanne Cacciatore to her Compassionate Bereavement Care training course, to learn the science backed art of caring for the bereaved.

Jesse had pushed me to do it and as ever, she was right.

When I finally get to travel across the USA to meet other Mothers I will encounter a lot of grief. It’s not my plan to shrink them, my plan is to connect, but in the interest of doing them no further harm, this training will be vital.

The lukelove Foundation has been slow to get going, partly because of my incapacitation but also I am impatient, so most everything seems slow to me.

This education is a major part of the work’s jigsaw and now it too, is in lockdown.

“Finish the fucking blog!” I hear Luke say.

OK Luke, I‘ll get the fuck on with the blog.

And so here I am, outside at the table, long past midnight, typing out my pencil written journal.