Remembering hurts but forgetting would hurt more

After the bereavement suite, after the funeral, the burial, the wake life must carry on, you try to get up each day and keep going spurred on by the love and support of others around you. Things can be harder to do now than they used to be. A simple shopping trip can drive you to tears, busy places are to much to cope with, you find yourself on a cocktail of medication to carry on trying to life some kind of normal life. People say time heals all wounds but this is a wound that will never heal but you now have to learn how to live your life with it instead. You never asked for this, never wanted it, it's unfair and so unkind but it's your life now and you have to decided where to go from here, what direction will you take? Will you fight with every ounce of strength you can muster to try and carry on? Will you try and do something to help others suffering the same dreadful fate? No one can tell you what to do or how to do it it's up to you now.