Breda wrote – We went back to the Munster Hotel so that our relations &
friends could get something to eat. They were everywhere, people putting their arms around me, telling me it was going to be alright, & I hated them for it. How could
it be alright? Nothing would ever be right again. I was feeling very angry & very violent. My dad sat for a while with his arms around Fran & me, but I couldn’t sit
still. I had to find my Uncle Tom. I did find him at the bar & I snuggled into him for some comfort. I knew my dearest uncle was trying to be strong for me. He always
is but he was breaking down at times. Despite & because of my loss my love for him at that time felt overpoweringly strong. In the months previous to that we had grown close to each other & I loved him dearly. That day he gave me everything he had & for that I will never forget him.
Extract from When a Child Dies. Footsteps of a Grieving Family. Published by Veritas.
Tags: bereavement, death of a child, grief