Breda wrote – After Mass all his little friends were coming up to us; it was
heartbreaking, it hurt so much. I’m sure my family felt
it badly. I was deep in shock & completely withdrawn
as we walked out behind the hearse. I wanted to
walk to the graveyard & my uncle Joe came too – a miserable twosome, but I couldn’t have survived without Joe. My mother’s family are unique. We finally reached
the grave & I just stood swaying, feeling as weak as a straw, staring into the hole that was his burial ground, his bed forever. They were lowering down the coffin slowly. I felt dead inside, like I was in a terrible trance.
Extract from When a Child Dies. Footsteps of a Grieving Family. Published by Veritas.