Seven years ago I lost my daughter at the age of 41. I lost my grand daughter aged 9 at the same time.
I wailed when I was first told by the police when they came to my door.
I do know the pain, I remember asking a friend who had lost his son afew years earlier " will I ever smile again?"
He said yes but not for a long time.
He was right . I felt guilty the first time but I do not feel guilty now.
I do not know how I survived, I didnot really want to survive, but my husband had Alzheimer's and needed me so I carried on cooking and caring..
I went to her grave and sat weeping for hours, I shouted at her, I was so angry, but gradually the pain got less raw, gradually my tears stopped, but it lieshdden, ready to spring out and surprise me even now.
Keep talking to us, it doeshelp,
Sending love jeannette .