It hits hard sometimes
(Boonah, Qld, Australia)
Some of you will know me from other postings - I lost my husband 14 months ago (20 Nov 2009) - and I have had a lot of ups and downs - but this site has been my rock - I say thanks for it every day.
I had to go to a funeral on yesterday, my husbands cousin had been out to a party, and on the way upstairs to his flat, he lost balance, fell backwards, and died there - he wasn't found until the lunchtime the next day - and then by his 13 year old son - absolutely tragic.
Anyway, I thought I was strong enough to go, and went with my sister-in-law - but sitting there in the church just made me realise how cruel life is sometimes, I cried, not only for our cousin and his family, but for myself and my loss, and for the pain that I knew his family were in for (he was divorced, but still friendly with his ex) - he has left the 13 year old and a 19 year old daughter.
Then today, my daughter tells me that my grandaughter (whose mother refuses to allow to have anything to do with her father, or any of his family) has a facebook page, but we can't access it to send a message - seeing her beautiful, sad little face just broke me up - I miss her so much - haven't seen her for three years. She wasn't even allowed to acknowledge her grandfathers death - how cruel is that.
Tell me why it is that good people get taken, and the bad ones live on - sometimes life just not seem very fair.
but - one step, one breath