I shall have to write this down before I go to bed or sleep will be impossible as my head will be all of a whirl.
When DS1 died I couldn't fathom out why it had happened to us. Were we being punished for something, but why take DS why would that all loving God let that good boy die. I even thought about the devil as taught in Sunday School, no surely not , DS was only sixteen, he couldn't have incurred the wrath of the devil. It took a while but after walking round the cemetery where DS is buried and reading old Victorian gravestones where multiple children are laid to rest, it occurred to me that it wasn't God or the devil that had done this terrible thing but disease. Meningococcal Meningitis, nothing more, nothing less. In nearly thirty years I have had no reason to change my mind.