Dealing with the loss of a loved one comes with no easy solutions. There is no handbook or set rules. We do what we have to do and screw the consequences of what others think. In 2004 I lost my wife and partner of more than 28 years. No one's fault; a brain tumour followed by a massive haemorrhage. In retrospect, I wished she'd been hit by a bus or a drunk driver. I would then have had someone to blame. When bad things happen to us, our default setting is to go to anger. We need someone to place this anger on. Sadly, that wasn't the case for me or my only daughter, who was only 21 at the time. It is only when we do come to terms with the reality of the situation that we can move on. The hardest part for me was at the funeral. We are the stars of the show, with all eyes upon us! How will we react? Will we break down? You try your best to hold it all together...because that's what she would've wanted! When you get home after the service, life must continue. There are bills to be paid, laundry to get done, banks to contact, cold callers still asking for her months later etc etc. But no one ever asks 'how do you really feel?.. That's when the anger comes. Why her and not me? What if it had been me? There are no answers, but there will always be questions.
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