I haven't said much up until now.

I am approaching anniversary of loss of my daughter and very recently a friend (another catter who shall be nameless) lost his son. So I am breaking my self-imposed decision to keep my thougts minimal.

Why is it so hard to cope with the loss of a young person? Historically, it is not so long ago that many children often did not survive their parents. Illness, accidents, wars took them. I wonder, were parents better prepared for such circumstances a hundred years ago?

I should say having had a dream some 2+years after my daughter's death that she had just disappeared, it felt worse than knowing she had died. The not knowing what had happened to her was more than I could bear.

So - I am still checking, still hoping for resolution, still hurting in concert with you all.