My son David was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer in the summer and passed away on 2nd October. No days are easy, although some are a little easier than others.
There’s no way to know what can penetrate your defences. On a day when I am keeping busy and not giving myself time to think, suddenly a song comes on or a casual remark is made and I feel as if my chest will cave-in.
I dread the start of a new month as I feel it takes me further away from him. David wanted to be buried and his grave is only a five minute drive away from our house. I visit his grave often and find a little bit of a release to talk to him there.
what helps get through this awful pain?
