I lost my elder daughter five years ago aged 49. Less than two years later DH (my rock and soulmate) also died. DD2 and I supported each other through the whirlpool of grief and within eight months I had sold my home of 45 years and moved four hours away from everything and everyone I knew to be nearer to her. Living on my own in an unfamiliar town when I’m a country girl through and through took courage I didn’t know I had.
I worried about making new friends while carrying a huge slab of grief that I didn’t want to show but although it’s bloody hard work being somebody you don’t recognise I always felt DD and DH were cheering me on.
I did it!
They both walk beside me in my new life and my little home is my sanctuary where I can weep with my grief when it strikes me unawares. My focus is being the best mum I possibly can be to DD2 who has to go through life without her big sis by her side.
Love and thoughts for all on this thread going through the pain of loss.
Stay strong!
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