I feel like I am standing on the beach, shouting at the waves to go back. Could someone please arrange with the universe to give my family a break. I don’t want anyone else dying – not yet. I know we all must go and we’ll all be OK in the end. Death is really only a catapult into an incredible new adventure. But this doesn’t lessen the pain of separation (Oh for one more smile or hug from Laura!).
My beloved mum is seeing a surgeon again next week. Her health traumas have book-ended Laura’s passing. In the last couple of years, she has had a stroke, a triple bypass operation and eye surgery, and now she has a double abdominal aortic aneurysm. By day I’ve been researching the subject to help my parents with their decisions. By night I just want to pull the covers over my head and howl.