Yesterday. I went to every single shop in town that sells cards. These days, there aren't many shops that don't sell cards, even if they are stuck in a corner by the till.
Generally I love cards. You could say I have a card fetish. Being the fan of snail mail that I am, I often buy nice cards when i see them and add them to my stash, so that i have them to post or give at a moments notice.
I eventually bought one. Took it home. Wrote in it.
Today I fell out with it. Threw it away, and bought a different one.
Hoping it's appropriate. But are they ever?
And tomorrow I have to do it all again, for another family, different situation. Same crap cards.
I don't want them to remember the happy memories as i don't know if they have many.
I don't want to tell them that their loved one is in a better place and watching down on them, as who the hell knows if they are?