For me dealing with grief has been like buying a cheap box of plasters, they may cover the wound for a short while, but they don't stay on for long and then you see that the wounds haven't healed at all, so you try a better plaster just in case it might work this time, but it just peels off again.
It's then you realise that no metaphorical plaster is ever going to work.
You see that grief isn't going to go away, it has to be lived and felt and most importantly faced and that means it is going to hurt.
You can run, you can hide, but it will always find you.
You'll never stop the loving or missing of the one taken from you, but the consequence of that love is that grief will always be one step behind you.
Facing that grief, the pain, the nightmares, the flashbacks and the never ending loss and sadness of missing and losing Chris to the cruelest disease known to man is the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
The plasters are still on the shelf, I may take another one out later...... I never have been good with pain.
