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Mourning madness, AKA, ‘the grief crazies’

It’s not a phrase I’d heard before; “mourning madness”. 

Not by the grief counsellor I saw, or the social worker at the coroner’s office. I thought it was a myth when people tell you that grief makes you a bit crazy. 

True to form, the craziness arrived promptly at about week 4 after Michael died. Immediately after the initial, numb blur of cremation, funeral and public memorial had finished. Crazy, clumsy, forgetful, ‘a bit slow’ and awfully irritable, I emerged from month one.

I saw the term ‘mourning madness’ on a grief website, created by two spunky ladies, both mental health professionals; whatsyourgrief.com. Apparently forgetfulness, losing things, being narky, random promiscuity and much, much more are all normal. 

Thank heavens it’s true! I am mad! I’m not alone and grief makes you mad! Hoorah! 

Well, no. But perhaps I felt a little relief? The irritability and forgetfulness saw me being snappy with loved ones, extremely confused in the supermarket and often misplacing my house keys only to find them later in the fridge (yes, really).

It can feel like you’re going TOTALLY BATSHIT NUTS at times. Like your brain is scrambling the most opposing and random thoughts and shoving them into your conscious mind like a very believable slap in the face.

On the bus I observe the almost lifeless, human figures around me and want to scream at them for wasting their lives staring into their phones instead of having a meaningful conversation with the person next to them! Jeez. What is wrong with me?

A relatively successful, ‘normal’ day and then a routine blood test and the sight of a vial of my own blood sends me into convulsing sobs. Panic rises in my chest and throat, as pictures of hospital beds and blood bags spill into my mind. What the heck is wrong with me?

The overwhelming urge to hit a lady (yes, to actually hit someone!) in a cafe. She is on the phone to a friend as she garbles on about the lack of money from her recently deceased grandfather and how only 2% will go to grandchildren (her) and how her sister and brother are far wealthier and don’t need their cut anyway and how unfair it is. Seriously, Kate?? Chill out and step away.

The overwhelming, “this is so totally normal”, urge to throw out the ENTIRE contents of my apartment because I want to start afresh! Kate, what are you doing? Yeah? What’s wrong? I know I’ll NEVER need ANY of these things again!!

An activity that I use to love (going to the gym, the cinema) now seems so confusingly inconsequential as to completely confound me. How can anyone who is vaguely normal and intelligent, ever choose to do it? I mean, WTF are they doing??!  There can’t possibly be any point, nor any joy in it AT ALL.

I won’t embarass myself further. It goes on… I think for the first six months I felt like this pretty much every, single day. A year on, it pounces once a fortnight maybe. The madness. The bizarre “perspective” that a sudden, traumatic loss gives you. It takes so much more time than I thought for the brain, heart, soul and mind to digest, navigate, comprehend.

Our brains adjust, as of course they always can. Giving us the opportunity to find our new ‘norm’, when we’re ready and should we choose to.

The heart takes so much longer, if ever. We are NEVER the same again. Never the “same old <insert name>”. However much people want that for us.

So we keep moving through the grief.  The madness skulks away. Slowly, limping and licking its wounds. 

The new person we become through our experience can wake up. And we have the opportunity to smile, laugh and shake our heads at the mad, mourning moments we had. 

Lest we forget

The incredible institution of rememberance in Australia made me think on the universal experience of grief that we all share, or will share.

If we were living in 1914, would Michael have been called up to fight? What might that loss have been like? 

Imagine the fear and courage of all those men and women (200,000 Australians lost in WW1 alone) who met their fate on foreign shores…

Their loved ones didn’t have the chance that I had, the chance to see and touch their husbands, sons, fathers one last time before they died. 

No chance to say goodbye.

No chance to allow their brain, heart, mind to witness the death of someone within whom a part of their own heart and soul resides.

How incredibly difficult is the act of grief ahead of them; to comprehend not only the circumstances of their loved ones’ passing, but the incredibly tangible LACK of that person who will never come home.

Their clothes and belongings lying around as they left them in their home. But they’ll never be touched by those warm hands again.

I have only experienced the ANZAC remembrance since living in Australia these last eight years. I’ve always revered it and respectfully observed it.

This year I think of the grief and pain of so many who lost what I lost, in very different and inevitably more difficult circumstances. 

I feel for them and respect them in their experiences of grief. No wonder they want to remember. We should all remember.

Lest we forget. 

Where the heck are all the widows?

So it’s ten months in. I have contacted all the ‘grief support’ resource groups listed in NSW and Sydney websites and in leaflets… I have yet to meet a single fellow widow or widower in a similar situation to me.

There are groups for parents grieving the death of a child, for widows and widowers of those who have been lost to cancer, for elderly people in rural areas, for parents of young children when they have lost a spouse, families of suicide victims… and many more.

But I can’t find any groups or forums for anyone who is;

  • under 40
  • greiving the sudden loss of a partner

Where ARE they? And who is supporting them?

 

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Why I’ll never mark “that day”

So I’ve been told that the anniversary of a death approaches slowly and steadily, loud, rumbling to a deafnening roar like a road train.

I can already feel the vibrations of it approaching. Making my stomach tighten further.

I find it strange that people want to mark the anniversary of a loved one’s death. I accept that people can and should do whatever brings them comfort and helps them to grieve, and that is a VERY personal thing. But, “that day”?

Why would I want to remember that day? The frantic dashes in taxis and running through airports. The smell and colour of iodine on skin. Beloved hair, shaved for sensors. Familiar, warm hands that won’t squeeze back. Lips that don’t kiss me back. Removing a wedding band from swollen fingers.

I don’t need anyone or anything to remind me of that day. I don’t think anyone who has expereinced a sudden, traumatic loss does. Images of it flash into my mind at any moment; unpredictable, random, unwanted. Like a flash of lightning. Accompanied by a thunderous punch in the belly and nausea.

Please:

– don’t call me because it’s “that day”

– don’t hug me harder or longer than usual because it’s “that day”

– don’t tell me you’re thinking of me because it’s “that day”

– don’t look at me with a pained expression and squeeze my hand because it’s “that day”.

I don’t need those things from you today.

I need them on every other normal, painful, mundane day when I crave his hugs and his voice and his laugh and his hand holding mine in bed as I fall asleep and, most of all, his energy.

On that day, I just want to be left alone. To get on with it as best I can, however I choose to spend it and however I can block out the thundering roar.

Please, honour him however you wish and in a way that brings you comfort.

I’ll be marking days that mean something to me and meant something to him; his birthday, our wedding  anniversary. His skydiving anniversary. The days that brought him joy.

 

Hallmark day 

I was never really into Valentine’s Day. I saw it just as a bit of fun really and liked to do silly gifts and cards. Michael called it one of those “Hallmark days”, one made increasingly enormous for and by the masses as a consumer event. 

Despite his good-natured cynicism, he was never bitter about it, he always made me an awesome card 🙂 always something FUN or funny. 

This year more than ever, Valentine’s Day means nothing to me. I notice that I’ve been feeling almost bitter about it. 

Typically the universe sent me a lesson to combat my own cynicism this morning… I was doing yoga early in the dark, stars all around, birds still asleep. Before the sky started to lighten, I saw not just one satellite hurtling through the sky, not two, but three satellites! 

Before I met Michael (and being brought up in the UK) I never even knew it was possible to see them, the Australian night sky is so different to the UK. He showed me how to spot them and we loved looking for them when we were out in the bush camping, or just out in the evenings away from the city.

Maybe that’s my lesson this morning, to not lose myself in the grief and become bitter about days like these. 

To keep my sense of humour and remember that no matter how everyone else chooses to mark days like this one, I can still choose to see things within it that make me smile. And that help me to remember him and smile. Even through the tears. 

 

This post is brought to you by the letter, D

Recently I tried to think of how many people I’ve ‘spoken’ to since Michael died. In person and by phone maybe 500 or 600? Including emails, messenger chats, whats apps and all the rest, it’s probably closer to a thousand.

If I put aside my own emotions, when I talk to people for the first time since he died it has been a fascinating insight into how people express their condolences to the newly bereaved. And how people choose to talk about Death. It’s not an easy thing for any of us.

What’s been most surprising is how many of us struggle to talk about the fact that someone is actually Dead. I’ve noticed that as the time between the death and seeing/speaking to the bereaved person increases, it can be harder to know what to say. And people seem to feel more awkward expressing themselves.

The most overused phrase I hear is, of course, the inevitable, “how are you?”

Three simple words. So many ways to say it. And how on earth to answer it without upsetting the enquirer?

“Yeah, not bad thanks. I have bills and paperwork coming out of my ears, I can’t get through a yoga class without crying at least twice, I don’t know what to do with all his socks or how to begin his tax return. The sight of a vial of my blood at the GP this morning sent me into an enormous meltdown. Most days I’m dying for a glass of wine by about 3pm, just so that I can feel less. Otherwise, I’m good! How are you?”

The most awkward condolences to date came after seeing someone for the first time, 8 months after Michael’s Death. With much shoe-shuffling and limited eye contact, a pat on the shoulder, they managed to say, “Well, what a year it’s been.”

Seriously, when did we all get so scared of talking about Death? Or talking about our emotions full stop? Of course we don’t wish to upset anyone. But the less we talk openly about this stuff, I really believe, the more difficult and more awkward it becomes.

I was lucky to have some time out a few months ago and visit relatives and friends in Europe. One lifelong friend asked me how I was going and what the grief was like, having had her own grief journey losing her father a few years ago. I told her, “You know, it’s a bit like when I was really, really ill with Depression. Except now, everyone knows what’s wrong and why you look like crap. So you get a lot more hugs.”

I have experienced Depression my whole adult life. It came and went like relentless, intense, low-pressure weather systems throughout my twenties in London. Cold, grey, oppressive, sometimes howling wind, sometimes pouring rain, sometimes all at once. Friends, partners and jobs were all casualties. I have more control over it in my thirties thanks to a much healthier self-awareness and a big toolbox of self-help techniques. The products of a lot of talking therapy, a life-saving psychiatrist and hard work.

But it was always the one thing people couldn’t talk about. Obviously I wouldn’t offer it up in job interviews or meeting new friends in the pub. But in the late 90s and 2000s, it was definitely taboo. Only close friends could handle the D-word and talk openly, bravely supporting me through crippling periods that left me unable to work, socialise, look after myself properly or hold a conversation for months at a time. I really wasn’t a fun person be around when I was at my worst! So who would want to hear an honest answer to, “how are you?”

The stress of hiding it was like a heavy, foggy blanket on my shoulders. I never wanted to end my life, but sometimes I wanted to get hit by that bus in the street. Just so I could have a broken leg or arm and have a cast on my body. Then it would be ok to answer those three words more truthfullly. To admit that actually, I was in pain, I wasn’t “ok”  and yes, I could do with a little help.

I was guilty of not talking about Depression too with some people, especially at work. I was scared. I felt like a freak. I had so much to be grateful for in my life but still felt like I couldn’t get my shit together. As I recovered I felt more confident to talk about it openly and was pleasantly surprised by the response of most people.

In October I was in Italy for a few weeks and in Milan for a few days. Of the many stunning cathedrals and chapels in Milan, one was particularly memorable. A small 12th century chapel near a building that was formerly used as a hospital for the very poor. The entire interior of the chapel was decorated using bones and skulls that had been exhumed from a nearby mass grave. I found it very, very uncomfortable to stand among these jumbled remnants of life. Tiny skulls and femurs. Confronting me with Death, yet erected as a place of hope and worship. A place to pray for miracles and give thanks for lives saved.

Why was I so upset? Perhaps yes, Michael’s death was still so fresh. But I can’t deny how far removed from Death we are in modern, western culture. It’s something that is hidden away, hushed up, handled quietly. We don’t talk about it and I’m discovering, we often don’t prepare for it.

Michael and I both had wills. We had talked about what we did and didn’t want when it came to life support, organ donation, burials/cremation and what we wanted done with our ashes. These are tough things to discuss with our loved ones, but I’m so grateful that we had. 

Have you?

Death. Depression. Discuss…

How to help a griever

Talking to people about grief recently, the two most common statements I hear from friends, acquaintances or colleagues are;

“I just didn’t know what to say to you,” and,

“I wanted to do something but I didn’t know what to do!”

We’ve all felt like this at some point in the past. I know I have.

That painful awkwardness. The heartfelt empathy towards your friend who’s hurting so much! Combined with a wincing, shrinking knowledge that there is NOTHING you say or do could possibly comfort them right now. Plus the fear that you’ll say something silly or ‘wrong’.

I think it’s totally natural to feel those emotions and have that self-doubt! What’s important, if we really want to help a grieving friend, is how we choose to react to them.

Two very powerful aspects of our physiology and psychology as humans are our ability to feel empathy (well, most of us) and our capability to intentionally focus our attention. i.e. unlike  animals whose attention is captured in response to stimuli.

We are ‘rational agents’. What this means is that we can choose to take action in response to our situation and emotions. (Did you know that on average, there is a five-second window of opportunity for humans to take action following an organic thought or idea?)

When I was a teenager, a friend of mine lost her father suddenly to an aggressive illness. I had absolutely no idea what to do or what to say and turned to my mum for advice. Promptly I was dispatched to said friend’s house, with a few of my mates and a huge bunch of flowers.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to say exactly,” my mum advised. “Right now it’s important to just show up and give her a big hug and let her know that you are there for her.”

Mum was right, of course (aren’t they always?) and my friends and I stumbled and shuffled our way into the hallway and hugged our friend and stayed a little while.

It was awkward. I felt terribly uncomfortable with the emotions that I was experiencing. We all did. Our friend was even sadder than we could have imagined. But that was the reality of the situation. And we had a choice to either show up and demonstrate our love and care for our friend, or not.

As an adult, this scene has repeated itself many times for us all. And it never gets easier. But, this is life. And death.

So, getting back to those two conundrums that I started with.

What do you SAY to a griever? There are two pieces of  advice I would give here:

  1. Trust your instincts and say something. It’s way better to say something when you next see them than not to and let it hang in the air between you. Try not to let the painful awkwardness of the situation prevent you from taking action.
  2. Keep it simple. A heartfelt, “I’m so sorry,” and a genuine hug is perfectly acceptable. Even saying, “I don’t know what else to say,” is ok too! In the circumstances there is usually nothing else you can say that will or could ever actually help that person. And they’ll know that. Trust me.

That’s certainly how I felt. The situation is horrid. It’s so very, very painful and disorienting. But your friend will likely feel supported by you, simply by you expressing your sympathy to them, whether in person or over the phone. You can always write more detailed words of condolence later in a card or a letter once you’ve had time to digest everything a little.

What can you DO for a griever? Well, that depends a lot on the person. All you can try to do is take a few deep breaths and think about what they might need or want from you right now.

  • Are they the type of person who would want to only be with their family at a time like this?
  • Are they the type of person who needs company, or to be alone?
  • Will they need practical support in terms of groceries, help with childcare, borrowing a car or being driven to appointments, help making the many phone calls that need to be made, manning their email inbox or phone?

There are lots of things you can do to help.  So I reckon, just put it out there and offer something, anything!  The practicalities of the situation just felt so overwhelming for me when Michael died. And that feeling has lurked around for a surprisingly long time.

I remember being incredibly grateful to Michael’s uncle, who put food in front of me and our close family for three days after we had left the hospital. I had no idea what time it was, what I was wearing or what I should do next, other than keep looking at my list of people to call and things to do. It was a complete blur. I know that if he’d asked me what I would like to eat, I wouldn’t have known or cared. But Paul just got on with it and put food in front of us. And thank heavens for that!

I remember the week I got back to our home from Brisbane after Michael’s accident. The most precious things my girlfriends did for me was to put some food in the fridge and work out a roster of who was going to be at the flat with me. They knew I’d be mortified at not having tea or a biscuit to offer to people who called in (yeah I know, silly right?) And they knew it would be too exhausting to be making endless cups of tea for all the callers and do dishes and talk to them and remember to shower and make something to eat and answer my phone and address emails and manage my family’s travel plans and remember to drink water and open the 10 new cards that came in the mail and remember to go to the toilet (yes, really) and put the three new bunches of flowers that arrived in a vase…

You see, grief can be exhausting. You don’t realise how tired you are until the 4th visitor of the day has left and someone reminds you that you were awake from 3am. I was lost and really overwhelmed for weeks, maybe months. Some days I still am.

So maybe, rather than asking your friend, “Is there anything I can do?” which might be met with a confused frown and a, “I don’t think so.”

Try offering them something specific and practical if you can. “Would you like me to ….

  • man the phones for an hour so you can have a shower / nap
  • take some laundry home to do for you
  • collect family from the airport/train station
  • take the kids out for a play at the park
  • come to the bank/doctors/an appointment with you?”

These types of things were all really helpful as the everyday tasks that I would usually have done without a second thought, became actions that required monumental amounts of physical and mental energy.

Perhaps another way to look at these statements is, what NOT to say or do? In this regard I’d like to defer to an excellent online resource I found called, What’s Your Grief? A site full of great articles and advice.

This one is a particular favourite of mine… an illustrated article about what not to say to a griever. (It’s so funny) Or if you’re more of a words than pictures kinda person, try this version.

And if you’d like to read more about what to do for a friend who’s grieving,  try supporting a friend after a death. It has lots of good suggestions.

Here’s one final suggestion from me; just don’t be that person who turns up at their place unannounced and and stays for three hours.

Please, keep being kind to each other.

Kate x

Surviving death online

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It’s been four months now since my husband, Michael, died. Inside the storm I’ve been pondering, digesting, reading, observing, crying (obviously) and talking and now, more than ever I feel passionate about how we all choose to communicate with each other.

For context, in my professional life, I’ve spent the last 15 years working with businesses and helping managers to communicate with their staff, customers and each other. It’s a passion for me, helping people to communicate with each other in a constructive way that will help them to achieve what they want to and cope with change in their environments. Sometimes my work has included advising and handling, ‘crisis communications’. For example, how to handle communications should a fatality take place at an oil manufacturing plant.

On 27 March, Michael and his student Alannah were involved in a tragic skydiving accident. Neither of them survived.

In the immediate aftermath of the accident, the most difficult part that I encountered, other than the emotional distress of the situation, was how information was communicated.

When an accident happens, in skydiving or otherwise, communicating the right information to the right people becomes a time-critical, life-or-death task. The access to information that we al have today through our multiple mobile devices and the internet is unprecedented, in both its immediacy and its power. In particular, social media platforms provide not just a source for us to obtain information but to broadcast it too, whether intentionally or unintentionally. And its reach is truly global.

Let’s look at a few typical reactions that we might have after an incident…. ‘Something’ has happened and you think a friend of yours is injured. Things you might choose to do could be:

1. Posting statements or questions on your friend’s Facebook page

2. Posting statements or questions on your friend’s partner’s Facebook page or sending them messages, texts etc.

3. Sharing information that you have seen / heard / obtained from people at the scene of the accident with others via texts, Facebook, messenger services, Whatsapp etc.

Do you know if these actions will actually help or hinder? Here’s a view from inside the storm and some questions to consider…

1. Posting statements or questions on your friend’s Facebook page

Question: When a friend / loved one is involved in a serious accident, will they be checking/answering/looking at Facebook?

Let’s be honest, they’re probably not. IF they have the capacity to do anything, they will be trying to get a message to their nearest and dearest that they are ok, through whatever channels they normally use.

So, if we post something on their Facebook page, such as;

“Oh no it can’t be true!”

“Are you ok mate?”

“What’s going on?”

… we are pretty much walking into the living room of their mum / dad / aunt / spouse / best friend / cousin / anyone who knows them plus the media, with an ENORMOUS BLINKING NEON SIGN AND A LOUD HAILER saying,

“Your son / husband / nephew / friend MIGHT have been really badly injured, even dead, but I don’t know anything about it or have any other information for you about when, how or where they might be.”

The potential lesson here? This action doesn’t help anyone. In fact, in the case of Michael’s accident, it hurt a lot of people whom he loved. It created panic and a spread of misinformation. It also fed information to the media.

2. Posting statements or questions on your friend’s partner’s Facebook page or sending them messages, texts etc.

Question: When your friend’s loved one is involved in a serious accident, will your friend be checking/answering/looking at Facebook?

From my experience, they are not going to be looking at Facebook. Your friend’s partner (IF they know anything yet) is in a highly stressful situation and needs to be able to use their phone to establish contact with emergency services, immediate family, make travel arrangements etc. Don’t expect them to respond to you unless you are a very close mate. If they do respond, you’ll know they need you.

The consequences of contacting this person in a publicly visible forum like Facebook is exactly the same as the first example, above. But now you’ve entered another family/friend circle with that loud hailer and that neon sign.

The potential lesson here? This activity doesn’t help. In the case of Michael’s accident, it caused me and my immediate family and friends a lot of distress.

3. Sharing information that you have seen / heard / obtained from people at the scene of the accident, via any communication channel.

Question: Why do you need to share this information? Are you authorised to share this information? Is the information already public knowledge or not?

This one’s the kicker peeps… Passing on information from an incident when you are not performing a role in the incident is extremely dangerous as it becomes uncontrolled.

Here are a few examples of how damaging this action can be:

As I waited to board a plane in Sydney, desperate to get to Michael’s side and having just spoken to the surgeon standing next to him in the operating theatre, an experienced skydiver working in the industry in a different State tried to tell me over the phone that Michael was dead.

In the meantime, another individual, also in a different State, announced Michael’s death via group email (bizarrely including Michael and myself in the email too).

Now, I am an atheist but I prayed for an hour solid whilst flying from Sydney to Coolangatta that night. When I landed, I didn’t know if he had survived that hour or not. As I turned my phone on to establish a call with the hospital, I started receiving an avalanche of communications from people sending me their condolences.

The people mentioned above felt they knew the facts because information had been passed on to them from others. Neither of them were at the scene, nor performing any role in the handling of the incident (then or since), nor even in the same State. The onwards spreading of the mis-information that took place created immense distress to me, Michael’s family, my family and many of his and our close friends who are located all over the world and in different time zones.

The potential lesson here? This action can really, really hurt people unnecessarily when incorrect information gets out. Furthermore, it can rob people of the opportunity to inform their family and friends of a death when it does happen.

(BTW I’m desperately trying to find a way to tell you these stories honestly but sensitively, in a way that helps people to understand what can happen, but without any bitterness, blame or judgement on my part.)

I’m sure we can all spot the themes here. So what can we all learn from what has happened? Here are a few things that you could choose to do…

Scenario: If you believe that that your friend may be involved in an accident:

1. Take a breath, STOP and think; how is the best way to get hold of this person? In particular, if I choose to communicate on a public social forum, what repercussions might that have?

2. Call your friend by phone. If this fails, text them. Try to establish communications with them directly, one-to-one.

If they are ok, they will answer. If they are not ok, be prepared for the fact that they won’t answer.

3. Physically go to your friend’s house/ the dz / where you believe they are. When you get there, find out who’s in charge. If you’re up to it, volunteer to help.

4. Otherwise, wait for news from official channels. OR if you are in their inner circle, from their partner, parent, sibling etc.

It’s really, really hard but the main thing you might need to do in this situation is to WAIT and BE PATIENT.

Situation: you know the the spouse of a person involved in an accident (I mean really know them, as in you are in their inner circle of 3-5 closest friends):

Same as above…. call them and find out where they are and ask what you can do to help. Physically get to them if you can because they will be OUT OF THEIR MIND with worry and panic and potentially, grief. They will need your practical / physical help, a ride to the airport maybe, cash, a toothbrush, clothes. They will neither see nor give a $hit about a message you’ve sent them via Facebook.

Situation: you know an accident has taken place and you want to find out information about who, what, why, where:

1. Take a breath, STOP and think; why do I need this information? What am I going to do with it? Are there other people who should receive this information before me?

2. Ask yourself: if I choose to communicate on a public social forum, what implications would that have? Wait ten minutes to consider the consequences, then take your chosen action.

3. If you can’t get any information through private channels then you are far enough removed that you can wait for official reports to come out.

Situation: you know that a fatal accident has taken place and you want to share information about it with other people:

1. Take a breath, STOP and think; are you performing a role on behalf of the deceased’s family, the police, emergency services? If not, you need to think carefully about who you share information with, how you share it and what the repercussions may be, e.g. Media leaks, incorrect info reaching families.

What this all comes back to for me, is the view that the only people who are really qualified to announce a death, via social media or otherwise, are the deceased person’s immediate family, or the police. That’s my personal opinion. I respect that you will all have your own. I also respect that everyone has a right to grieve, however they choose to do so, and that the human need for comfort from others is a powerful natural response.

After Michael died, it was lovely to scroll through the photos and stories about him that people shared on the Facebook memorial page. It was even more lovely to personally receive a call, card, letter or email from people; that contact brought me a lot of comfort in the initial period afterwards.

I think I’ve said more than enough. Before I go, please take a moment to  consider this; if you were badly injured or killed in an accident, how would you want the information to reach your partner, your parents, your sister or brother, cousin, mates …?

I hope you will accept my thoughts on this topic with my very best intentions. Please continue to look out for each other, on the ground and up in the beautiful blue room.

Please, please be kind to each other.

Kate x

*The content of this article is in no way intended to infer that any person who was on site at the accident on 27 March took part in any improper action nor intentionally spread misinformation. The author acknowledges that in the contextual examples above, individuals may have believed that they were acting on correct information and did so without any malice intended.

^ I will never forget, nor be more grateful, to the man who took on the task of calling me to tell me that an accident had taken place. David Gerraty, you brave soul. I’m forever in your debt.

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