A lot of the posts it could well be my experience. I feel lonely inside, the estrangement of the living grief for the daughter I adored is there all the time, so much hidden. My husband tried every way not to leave me he was brave and his thoughts were for me being alone, he thought I would always have my children we were close. I have friends and always busy, the chatty one who makes people laugh who doesn't talk of the pain inside as no one wants to hear it, counselling is not for me, I trained as one, constantly rehashing things doesn’t put those issues to bed, it’s like picking a scab. Some people spend all their life in therapy, but we have to deal with what we have, broken hearts don’t heal without scars. I’ve travelled a lot and met lovely people, how I wish it had been with him, but know others are far worse off than me, I know those really down moments will go and I look forward to thugs I’ve planned. I know others who are still going to bereavement groups after 20 years, I never went to one, not for me.