Sometimes life is just brutal. Not long after I wrote yesterday, my old love became ill. His condition was serious but treatable if one quickly enough. Sadly, the emergency medics chose not to treat him quickly and by the time they did, it was too late for him and he died.
Like my Dad, he died in a strange place with nobody he loved holding him. The good thing is that he didn't suffer. He was fine and then he was knocked out and then he died.
My SO came up last night to be with me, my sis is on her way to see me and my friends have all offered support.
I am lucky to have all of them and was lucky to get to share 11 years with such a love. He changed the course of my life forever and he touched the lives and hearts of many in the UK.
This is the third year in a row that I've lost a loved one and I hurt. Sometimes life is just brutal.