My best friend was more like a sister to me. Our kids have grown up together, her family literally saved my dd from suffering a huge mental health crisis during lockdown (only child, I'm a key work, she is CEC so was very isolated)
My gorgeous friend lost her very shirt battle with cancer in May. Her kids range frim 18 tp 7. Her youngest daughters are only just 9 and 8. My dd is almost 9.
My dd and her 9 year old are best friends although don't attend the same school. Both are starting to show signs of puberty. My friend's husband rang me just after she died in a flap about who would talk period's etc with the girls. I offered as I needed to have the chat with my own dd.
The kids have been with me all evening and after a lovely tea and lots of raucous play we sat down and had an age appropriate conversation.
The girls have taken it well and we have discussed the importance of smear tests etc (she died of advanced cervical cancer as did her own mother) I was very careful not to blame her but did gently explain that those tests help pick up early signs of one of the types of cancer their mum had and that's why they are so important.
The girls were fab. It was a lovely evening and her 2 sat on my lap and had cuddles. My dd is normally quite possessive of me but has developed a beautiful compassion for her friends and knew that they would need "mummy huggies" in her words.
I am touched that my friend's husband has trusted me to do this with the girls and i know if the roles were reversed my darking friend would have done the same for me without a seocnd thought. But I am so bloody angry that I am having to do this. I love my friend but she never atte ded her smears which would have picked up issues long before she was so ill that there was nothing anyone could do.
Those beautiful girls now have to grown up without their mum.
She will never know about their first period, first kiss, she won't help them choose a prom dress or their wedding dress.
5 minutes of discomfort every few years and she could have lived longer...seen her children grow up. Watched her eldest turn 18.
I know my anger is normal and part of the grieving process but I had thought I had reconciled it. But tonight as brought it bubbling to the surface.
How do I move past the anger?