I'm about six months into this now, just absolutely horrendous. Nothing will ever be the same again.
My close friend and ex colleague lost her son last summer. We worked together for twenty years and she was my office manager.
She called me that day, I think through shock. I drove over the next day. I wasn't sure that was much help but she said she could remember me being there and sitting with her.
Then the funeral. No words.
As time has gone on i think I have found my role harder.
Grief has moved to rage, understandably so. She has set up a wonderful place and fundraiser which is helping. Things have been discovered which have hurt her more.
Christmas, awful.
It's the fact that everything now sounds wrong
How are you?
What did you do today?
The kids are playing up?
I've had a rubbish day?
Nothing compares to what she is going through and I wish I could just make it better.
She struggles with carrying other peoples grief. So she goes for a walk and someone cries in the street, but then she struggles when someone crosses the road.
We navigate together, a small group of us with her and are stumbling along trying to find a path.
If you want to go and see her, go. Sometimes it's not about being useful, it's about being there. Same goes for after the funeral as others have said. The funeral itself she asks me who was there. Just a blur.