I know how everyone feels my dad died from an illness years ago and he was like the foundation rock of the family. MAM didn't really say much after he died but I know she would hide back her tears till night time when in bed. She took his death badly but she had us(her family) around her. Then there was me I couldn't accept my dad's death eventhough I'd spoke to doctors etc and all said the same thing. To this day I still think If dad had told me he wasn't well again. What if should I have done this Could I have done that and the out come is all the same. Dad was gone. Eventually we got to grips with his loss although it took us some time to mention him.

MAM was the second stability in my life. She was always around for me. She was there for me and I was there for her. Then suddenly mam dies and I am on my own. I have no family of my own and my siblings keep in touch but to know I won't speak to her anymore hug her kiss her goodnight. It kills me