Both the boys have been talking about their Aunt a lot lately. "She made a bad choice" says Ferdi (who says little kids don't get the big stuff?) It's obvious they feel the loss keenly still (as do we all). I can manage, now, to put the grief and questions aside enough that life goes on more-or-less as normal. I'm even managing to be happy sometimes but it's an effort and the slightest thing - a sick pet or even just a thoughtless word, pushes me to where I can touch my breaking point.
Ferdinand seems to be trying to cope by attempting to control absolutely everything else in his world. This presents some challenges. When I remember where he's coming from and give him chances to feel in control things really do go smoother but when I'm tired and he's ratty it's so hard not to fall into micro-managing him.