Just wanted to write it down really.
30 years today, my oldest sibling died suddenly with no prior illness during the night. He was 10.
After that happened life was a struggle, Parents divorced. We never discuss him nor mention his name. Was apparently the only way of dealing with it at the time.
So much of my life has been indirectly dominated by this event that its been really hard to see what really happened for what it was. I.e my parents losing their 'PFB'. Now I've got a daughter of my own, I really do get it. I cant conceive how hard it must have been/ still be.
So my mum is on her own today (single) 30yrs on and Im too afraid to mention it for fear of 30yrs grief appearing.
Just wanted to write that really.