Two weeks ago this Friday my lovely grandma took her last breath. She was 88 and had a really good life, I real feel for my dad as he seems so lost at the moment. Ten weeks ago this Friday I lost my baby (17 weeks pregnant) life seems so un-fair right now.
My dad died 3 years ago on Friday. Three years ago , it was me watching and waiting for his last breath, just as his family are doing now. He, in his own small way, had lived a good life, but nowhere as signifcant as NM. I have really struggled this week watching the world waiting for NM's last breath. I have this awful feeling it will be on Friday, as my dad's was. It was a long week waiting for my father to pass away, but I feel as drained as I did then. It is mawkish and awful. Anyone else ?