My own experience of losing someone taken way too young (friend rather than partner) is that you never get over it. I'm not ashamed to say I have moments when I still cry uncontrollably. It makes me cross when people are assumed to get over these things. Raw grief such as you are experiencing can last a long time. Also people deal with these things differently.

I can partly understand but cannot take away your pain.

Am going to have to stop as even writing this I am starting to cry uncontrollably for someone who died so many many years ago so very young.

I remain incredibly angry that cancer took my childhood friend from me without allowing me to say goodbye even. I don't think it is something I will ever get over. I want my friend back still. 

Sorry am crying too much to continue. I cannot take away your pain. Or mine. 

And yes it was so quick. Less than 6 weeks from diagnosis. Your post definitely hit a nerve!

Somepeople do not know what to say so it ends up coming out wrong, which is no comfort to us whos lifes have just been torn apart.

Its so hard because we know our life's will never be the same again.

Im going back to work on 3rd August and trying to get myself into some kind of routine. Perhaps if you could get back to work part time it would help?

I have a  good family and friends too but still feel so lonely. 

I haven't been offered any counciling and trying to find out if theres any groups where i could go and chat in person but there doesn't seem to be any.

And you are right at times you do feel like ya losing it. Try and get out walking ive found the fresh air is doing me good and also getting out of 4 walls also helps.x

Have come back after a significant cry.

I think what made me lose control was thinking about what my friend had to go through so young and separated from her friends in the hospital. The unfairness of it all. 

I've read Debbie's post above and walking does help. But whenever that image of my friend lifting up her sleeve to show me her blue spots, telling me she had to go to hospital because of them - neither of us knowing it was our final parting - that cracks me up. Every time. Signing off again now (more tears) and may be safer for me not to stay on this thread. Things are extra hard as I'm back on a fast-track cancer pathway. But that's not why I keep crying thinking about my friend. I can't think about this even now without getting upset. So sorry for you all who have lost loved ones especially too young and not enough time to prepare or say goodbye properly. It feels so unfair. Wish I could say something to help. I can't. Hope I haven't made things worse for anyone. Really sorry. Losing people is horrible. 

Stay here my friend, xx I’m a lost soul but I’ve got friends on here xx are a great group xx I hate my life  , but xx I’ve got to go on x stay x please x love xx 

Okay I'll try. Maybe I need to cry still - not so bad the second time tonight. Don't know where so much water comes from re the tears. 

Never got any counselling.

Still seems like it happened yesterday if I start to think about it or see someone who looks like my friend.

I probably run away from my emotions a lot.

What business does cancer have taking children - didn't quite make it to being a teenager. We'd been put in the same class at secondary school as they make sure you have one special friend from the same primary. Cancer's a beast! 

Sending love back.  

Had a bad night. I think you are right it is extremely hard to say some things really plainly. I've spent a lifetime just saying that I lost a childhood friend and mostly not saying anything at all. 

I've let myself be very lonely for decades. I don't think I can ever change this. Perhaps I don't want to.

Last night a memory that came was totally unexpected. It was of my friend and I singing aloud in class as our new music teacher walked around listening to people deciding who would/would not be in the choir. My one close friend and I had previously been in a little pop group in Primary school together. Singing together was special. On this occasion I had to sing a hymn I hated and I made a bad job of it. I wasn't chosen to be in the choir but my friend was. I felt incredibly upset I would not be able to spend those lunchtimes when there was choir practice with her. I felt I had let her down. Then my friend went into hospital. She never made the final concert - there was just a black box around her name. Suddenly I was on my own. I didn't have any friends to care about what I was going through as I hadn't made any new friends at big school yet. We'd only just gone up.  

I don't care about not having any other real friends. I don't need them. I was lucky to have had a single special friend. No one can replace her. Other people don't seem to get this. The assumption is that one gets over these things. I didn't. I never will.  Deep down I don't want to. Life does go on. But it can never be the same. Pretending otherwise feels wrong. The wound will always be there. Nothing will ever make what happened seem fair or reasonable and we will always feel that aching pain. 

I lost my best friend, my mother she went into hospital for a hip replacement, she'd had both done before but bone broke at bottom of pin so operation was to put longer pin in, i was at work got a phone call from a neighbour said come to the hospital, when i got there neighbour explained that mum died on operating table someone had forgotten mum was on blood thinners and she bled to death, my father came along asked why i was here i said to say goodbye to mum.

Dad took me into the ward mum had screens around went through, mum was still connected up to some monitors her heart was beating about one every ten seconds. Then dad got a camera out his pocket and started taking pictures of mum,. He usto photograph everything and mum hated it so i went out,.

Left him to it. 

He came to me saying he wanted some photos of him and mum i refused, so he said i might as well go. He'd ruined my last moments with my mother so i went,. He didn't even tell me when the funeral was had to find out from someone else.. Later on i went to visit him. First thing he told me was he'd given everything of my mother's to my step sister (my father was married twice) so i didn't even get a keepsake.

Couple of days later got a phone call from her bragging about what she'd get julery. Money. 

She asked what i got. I said nothing she just laughed and hung up. 

I carried on with normal life usto keep the graves tidy dad never bothered, (nana and grandad and mum).

One day dad turns up at our house asking where mum's julery is he wants it back to give to step sister, i explained we've got nothing so we have a row, he says he's moving in with his daughter to a granny flat. And he wants me to look after the graves, never really spoke after that. 

Love to all.. Billy xxx 

Oh Billy, I'm sorry you had all that trauma surrounding your mum's death.

My parent's didn't want me to go to my friend's funeral, wouldn't let me take the day off school, didn't think children should go to such things given all the adult grief. But I made sure I got there (teacher's help) - front row pew and all. Had a beautiful letter from my friend's parents too. Really thoughtful they could find time to write to me afterwards despite their terrible grief. Can't reread it too often as it's getting very faded and worn. Probably too faint to copy even. There may be some school and other photos of my friend still at my parents house but I can't get those and my friend's parents are dead now (they moved away from the area soon after their daughter died but were later buried with her). My abusive father said he wanted nothing to do with me years ago. Haven't seen or spoken to him since. 

Hello, as I’ve said the counselling I’m getting is good but, I believe that I have to understand that Andrea has gone now and won’t be physically be here with me. My dreams of Andrea are in a way upsetting me because Andrea has came back to me not because she died and returned but as if she’d gone away for a break then returned, honestly my mind is wrecked and to make it more bizarre Andreas socks that she wore when she was ill at home we’re on our bed this morning when I woke up. This is crazy. Anyway my good friend Peter organisers walks for us when he can because he has signed up for a so many thousand step routine, but he has a family to be with and doesn’t need a burden like me tagging along, so I’m going to have to sort my own time out getting out the house.This new life of mine is horrible I spend about 95% of it on my own, I’ve offered work colleagues round to my house but the excuses they come out with is believable but a let down for me. My daughters have their own lives and don’t want to talk about their mam, well not to me. The counsellor has told me not to feel guilty about Andrea passing away and that I’d done everything I could and that I wasn’t to blame for Andreas rapid decline, but, I do it’s my fault. You mentioned work, the job I do is very difficult and stressful and I’ve said it on other posts that we have to be 100% switched on in case any thing happens, so me at the minute would be a liability to myself and colleagues, I’ll go back when I know I’m better. My world without Andrea is rubbish, don’t get me wrong it wasn’t all kisses and birds singing but we were a team together, two really strong personalities together now that Andreas gone I’m nothing , it’s not self pity but anger that Andrea was given a disease that couldn’t be cured and robbed her of perhaps another 30 to 40 years with me, she always joked she’d never see 50 but with a wry smile, I miss you Andrea xx love to all xx