He died December, my mother was Febuary..for you Ditty....

I bloody hate death...     I went on a bit of a rampage round my parents house the other day...   cos there are dead houseplants everywhere (obviously watering them got overlooked on the to do list my Mum had been giving my Dad ),..   I went round the house with a bin bag chucking them in...  chuntering "death, bloody everywhere, death...  lets just get rid of all the bloody death" to the amusement of both my Mum & Dad 

my world is getting a bit weird 

I don't blame Scott for not leaving the house, not without knowing the details of his sisters death.    It might have been expected, or a known possibility, she might have told him she wanted him to follow his dream, do it for her, kind of thing.

I felt sorry for him last night when he went to say about his sister in the present tense...  and got as far as "my sis..."  and then you saw the moment he remembered.

its so bloody hard,  loved ones dying...    I'm all for people doing what they need to do to cope with the business of having to get to grips with the fact that life goes on