My grief has just changed shape: instead of constant crying I feel numb with a heavy heavy heart that weighs me down. I haven't been able to listen to his music, cannot watch the programmes about him, daren't look at the news. I feel so low. Only time in my life when I have felt similar was when my first love broke up with me. I loved him so much and knew that he loved me but circumstances were difficult. Still I would not have given up. I think I cried every day for 8 months. That 4.00 am waking, feeling like part of your soul has died, that is the same.
The difference though is that I had hope then that things might change - we could get back together or I might eventually meet someone else. Please don't think this sounds like a trivial comparison because it was really the worst time in my life until now and I am 26 and this was when I was 17. But with Michael, nothing is going to change, he will never be alive again. We will never see pictures or hear him walking along singing 'Smile'. I find this hard to cope with. I'm not going to commit suicide or anything like that because I could not do it to my family, but in a way I look forward to death because then I will meet him and I will understand everything. I know that life is precious but really it is just not the same knowing he no longer walks this earth with us. My heart aches for the children as well - their unimaginable pain. The eldest ones are old enough to understand so they will really feel every second. It is so, so sad. I can't find any relief other than when am with friends and I might forget what has happened for a few seconds.
If anyone has found any comfort please share. Love all xx