I lost my godson in exceptionally tragic circumstances three and a half months ago. It wasn't expected - he wasn't ill. He was there in the morning and gone by teatime.
His mum is my best friend of 35 years. They are my 'family'.
I'm not sure what I hope to achieve from posting here tonight.
I suppose I'm struggling to process my own grief whilst supporting my best friend through the worst time in her life. That's it really.