Me too...
...and I was glad I was there, though 'glad' isn't exactly the right word. However, my thoughts were consumed with how fucking unfair it was that they were there at all, and still are more than 18 months after the day they died. It's proving a bit difficult to get past that one actually so if anyone has any advice on that...?
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Wed 26 May 2010, 15:25, 2 replies)

18 months, it's five minutes.
Give yourself a LOT more time. It never feels less unfair, but you do start to accept that this is how it was and their pain is over. You only have to deal with your own now.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 26 May 2010, 17:06, closed)

It really is about time. It took me 2 years to be come to terms with my Dad dying.
I work on my own a lot and I spent far to much time thinking about his last morning.

Now he crops up in conversation in a positive way, and I can just think about the good times.
(jono_h, Wed 26 May 2010, 19:02, closed)