Cardboard Boxes (My Experience Of Bereavement)

Member Name: CARIAD_FACH

Product:	My Experience Of Bereavement
Date:	04/07/02 (245 review reads)
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It was a year ago that I found myself walking down a hill.
I was carrying a cardboard box.
I wasn’t aware of my surroundings everything was just a blur.


The box contained a top, a pair of leggings, two socks and a bracelet.
I made a call on my mobile phone and broke the news; it was greeted with stunned disbelief.
Another call and the same result.


Further down the hill, I still don’t know how I got there and my partner met me.
She tried to take the box but I clung onto it. I had nothing else left and this wasn’t leaving me.
Home, she made me a good old cup of tea. What would we British do in times of trouble if we didn’t have tea?


Tried again to phone my parents or any blood relative, nobody was home.
Sat stunned and tried to comprehend what had just happened.


My daughter aged eight dead. No warning, no expectation of this happening, here one minute gone the next.


I was with her at the end although I know she was dead already it helped me to have been there and not to have received the news by a phone call.

My ex-wife was not so lucky and I think she still carries the hurt with her.

The police come and I make a statement, the newspapers want a photograph, tragedy makes such good copy.


Family now know and start to call by, offer sympathy but do not take it all in.


Her body is released after autopsy and the undertaker calls.
Service arranged the vicar so calm.
Hardest day of my life I wish it on no one.


A church full of strangers, come to sympathise, people are kind but you don’t take it in.
Carry her coffin and lay her to rest but I know she is still with me.


Now I light a candle lest I ever forget, her light shone so brightly then tragically died.
Far too young she was to be taken but her memory stays with me never to be forgotten.


Tim
e has passed and the pain has now softened but never can I forget her, she is with me always in everything I do, my business is in her name and thankfully is thriving.


I stayed away from drink and self pity as that would destroy me. I have stayed strong for my daughter as she would have wanted. In me her memory will live on.


My partner, apart from you giving me the strength I have needed to see the year through my daughter loved you as a mum but above all you were her best friend. Thank you for everything. xxx


As time passes the pain does reduce, I have lost several members of my family but the death of my daughter could have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. It didn’t, due to my partner, she has been a pillar of strength for me through out despite her own hurt. Also my belief that my daughter is watching over me and looking after me to this day. Laugh if you like but I can feel her presence and know that she is waiting for me. However until I die she wants me to be happy and enjoy life.

The cardboard box is under my bed and I have never opened it again.

CARIAD FACH

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