Maggie Budgen
If you've never had to experience the pain and trauma which accompanies the death of a loved one, you are a very lucky person. When Grantly died, it felt like my whole world had come tumbling down. Every day I wake up expecting it to all have been a dream, and I am met with the terrifying realisation that it actually happened.
That he actually passed away right next to me. At first I thought he'd just drifted asleep... boy was I wrong. One thing I hate about myself is that I blame Harley. If Grantly hadn't been so eager to listen to the little lad's poem, then maybe we would've made it to the hospital on time.
Maybe we wouldn't, but now we'll never know. Everyone was very sympathetic, which angered me even more. Why were they showing sympathy towards me? Was I the one lying in a coffin six feet under? No. The only thing keeping me sane is knowing that Grantly died a happy man.
I know this because as my loving husband passed away, he had a smile on his face.