It sounds strange, but I have spent a lot of time during my life thinking about death. Grief has been a welcome stranger from my life for the most part, and a part of me has always wondered how I would cope with the loss of someone incredibly close to me. I have lost people. I lost my beautiful Grandma six months ago, we lost Reid's wonderful Nan when I was six weeks pregnant with Isaac, I lost my great-Uncle Ken who I loved so much and I lost my beloved Nanna Sue during my first year of Uni. All of those losses really hurt. I grieved. I still miss them. I will always miss them. But to think of something happening to Reid, my parents, my siblings, my nieces or nephew, or heaven forbid Isaac, it's the kind of place you try not to let your mind wander. It's too painful to even fathom. And yet. Here we are. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me, for the horror that has been the last three weeks of my life. Of my family's life. My 42 year old brother, Gary,...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.