I posted a message a few months back basically about the situation I was in. My father in law was diagnosed with cancer in march and my husband was finding it hard to accept (so was I ). Anyhow, it progressed quite quickly, the tumour ruptoured on 28th June and on 30th June he died. In tandem to this, my best friends' father was very, very ill and died three weeks after.
I think (or hope, at least) that I have gotten over the initial shock. But, after the burial I can't help wondering, whats it all about? Whats the point? I can't get my head round anything some days, and some days I have such morbid thoughts about my own father dying. I get so scared and emotional. Its hell.
I have always been an open minded person and am considering 'turning' to religion or SOMETHING
to help me through this difficult time.
Has anyone else felt like this.