I was brought up to accept all the traditional Christian beliefs, which I did, until recently. Earlier last year I began to explore non-theism, or atheism, and found I was very much in tune with what I found. Giving up my belief in the after-life was the most difficult, and I acknowledged the thought that if anything happened to any of my children, I would have to cling on to a belief that I would see them again, as the alternative would be unbearable.
At the time, I had no reason whatsoever to believe that this might be a possibility. My children were grown, active and healthy.
My daughter died three weeks ago of an auto-immune disease that attacked all her vital organs.
Rationally, I know there is no connection between her death and my struggle with belief. But if it's a coincidence, it's a very painful one.
Last letters become first - March 26




