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Mourning a loved one is such a personal thing, and when we suffer the pangs of loss and loneliness, each of us can't help but think that what we are feeling is unique to us, and that our sadness is worse than anything anyone has endured before us.
But we can help each other. 

It may be true that no one person's experience is exactly like another's, but we each come to accept in time that this sadness cannot last forever, and life must go on.
Often, the pain is lessened when we ask ourselves how the loved one we have lost and can never replace would feel about the misery we are going through, and we come to understand that among the many other warm and wonderful things that come with it, love
must mean wanting happiness and fulfillment for the ones we leave behind when we die. 
I want to be honest and say here and now that I wrote my little booklet, and the poems that my love for my late husband inspired, for me, and for Dewi, and for my son Alun, and for no one outside my family. 
But then I was persuaded that having put my thoughts and feelings on paper and made a permanent record, what I had to say might offer some comfort to others suddenly bereft of the most important person in their life, and unsure what to do without him or her. 
My thoughts were printed and bound, and were for many years offered for sale by Cruse, one of the most effective bereavement counselling organisations in the UK, not for profit, but simply to cover costs.
Now, I am more than happy to reproduce my little book here, knowing that if just one person gets some comfort and encouragement from the words I put on paper all those years ago, it will have been well worth the effort.  Please click on the cover below to open the book.


Mary Davies, Tewkesbury, 2014

My book about my journey from grief to acceptance is dedicated to my son Alun, with thanks for his patience, wisdom and compassion.