Skies cleared last night after a prolonged period of deep gloom. For instance, when I went to pick my mother up from her home to attend the wedding, it was so murky the light sensors on our Audi came on automatically, and this at noon.
But this morning dawned in brilliant sunshine, which I understand bathes the whole country as I write. Even better, on phoning my mum this morning, I could tell instantly from her tone of voice when she picked up the phone (promptly; also a good sign), that she had got over her nausea/vertigo/vomiting cycle amd was once again raring to get on with her life. After all, the last time this happened, she persisted in that condition for nearly 10 weeks. Yesterday I had spoken to her when she was still in a parlous state, and put it to her that her dramatic bout of vomiting was about the emotional pain of being at an event that should also have been attended by her only grandson, my son. I had put this theory to her the previous day, but she had stonewalled, but this time she reluctantly acknowledged that this was indeed the case. I had felt it too, as had my wife, but we are made of tougher material. I had distracted myself by taking lots of pictures of the bride and groom, a tactic which was at least partially successful. My mother, however, had no such defensive tactic to call upon, hence her more extreme reaction.
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