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Grief hurts - and life moves on..

Grief fractures your soul.. in so many ways and watching those close to you suffer is heart breaking.  Its only natural to want your children to experience everything life throws at them to have adventures and to learn but when those things are of such a tragic magnitude it is hard to watch and feel so unable  to lessen that load .. I have watched my daughter and her daughters these last two weeks being quietly brave.. openly heartbroken.. stubbornly stoic.. amazingly funny .. emotionally messy.. all in a sometimes loud sometimes gentle, often forgiving,  hardly understanding, surprisingly lost for words, considerably stunned and shocked, and on a good day potentially irreverent way. 

The girls and myself are wonderfully supported by many good friends, Dr Fred and my son who somehow knows what to say or maybe when to shut up... I dont know which... but I know he is hurting as well he feels this grief in a different way. The loss of a friend but also the pain of watching his sister and nieces suffer. I am so very proud of both my children and I know they will look after each other and support when needed.  Our friends and family have rallied round giving the most amazing support , sending messages and offering practical assistance where ever they can at this most difficult time in our lives.   I can only say a massive thank you especially to those who are really looking after my girls in Leeds - as a mum and a nana I really cant thank you enough for all your love and time given freely.

Jays family are also much in my thoughts and I quietly admire their ability to pull together as a family and hold my best girls in a loving supportive way.  how comforting for these saddened persons to have this extended family to lean on and help keep alive the memories of a loving partner and fearless daddy. 

The fierce protective mama in me is unleashed with nowhere to go .. I feel powerless to make things better .. I would just hug my girls constantly but they find that quite annoying and a bit restricting.  I.m feeding them non stop ... well... apart from day two when shock and grief almost made me forget and a little eight year old hastily scribbled her granddad a letter to ask him to ask nana for some lunch!!

I'm naturally a feeder and a rescuer and feel lacking in both at the moment its a terrible feeling not being able to make your most precious loved ones feel happy and safe..
Its not all bad.. yes some days are very bad and will continue to be worse but we still find occasions to dig deep and laugh and remember silly moments which help sustain us. These days of sorrow are hard lessons learnt but we must know nothing is a given in this life so we have to take responsibility for living a full and adventurous life - those we have lost would want nothing else.

It is my intention to leave this sorrow with us as a family and I am unlikely to post further on the subject but Jays life and subsequent sudden death has made a huge impact on our lives and the hole he has left could not pass by without comment and acknowledgement.  He will forever be part of our family and his girls will always know how much he loved them.


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