A/N: Hi, loves! This story is loosely based off both the original and remake of Yours, Mine, and Ours with a bit of Brady Bunch, and a real event that happened to some lovely friends of mine. It won't be a very long story. Probably 5 chapters - tops. Hope you enjoy!
Trigger Warning: Mentions of character deaths due to a car accident, and illness.
Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day of my life.
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I thought the day my Da joined my Mam in the afterlife would be the worst day of my life.
I was wrong.
Dear Diary,
Yesterday my parents, Pete and Jackie Tyler died in a car accident. They were only meant to be gone for an hour - tops. They had to buy a present for a friend's wedding. Mum was going to send Dad alone, but she was worried what he might pick out, so she decided to go along at the last minute. The police found a broken vase in the backseat, so I guess that's what they'd decided on. I don't know what to do. The younger boys don't really understand what's going on, but Jake and Tony do. I don't know what to say to them. I'm so scared, Diary. What am I going to do?
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Yesterday, the woman I've loved for over fifteen years died.
I knew she was sick, but I didn't realise how serious it was until the hospital in London called. Pneumonia. I made it in time to say goodbye, but barely. The girls are inconsolable. To be honest, I feel the same. I don't know what I'm going to do without Astrid.
Dear Diary,
It seems Mum and Dad were better prepared for something like this than I imagine. Turns out they had everything taken care of in their will, and thanks to Vitex it looks like we'll be okay. I hope.
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Today I left my life in the Royal Navy. I'll be moving back to London and working at my own clinic. I was offered a position at Royal Hope, but that was where Astrid... I don't think I can step foot back in there again. Anyway, thank God for Jack and Ianto. They've been helping with the kids while I've settled things here in Devonport. Now that I'm moving back, they're staying in the guest house, so at least they'll be close should I need them.
I hate to admit it, but I know I will.
Now I return to London. I return to my daughters.
Dear Diary,
It's been a long time since I've been able to write. Since the funeral, things have been hectic to say the least. But now I can hopefully breath a bit easier. The boys are officially mine. It was a quite the process filled with paperwork, social work, and courtroom visits, but it was worth it to keep us all together. Don't get me wrong, Diary, I'm still terrified. I'm really not sure how I'm going to be a mum to five little boys, but my social worker, Donna, keeps telling me that no parent really knows what they're doing at first. Thank God for that woman. Before our first visit, I'd heard horror stories about some of the social workers you could be assigned, but Donna was nothing like I'd been told. She went above and beyond her job description and I absolutely consider her a dear friend.
For now I plan on moving forward. I don't think I'll ever stop mourning the loss of my parents, but I can't let myself dwell in it. I've got five little boys who are relying on me.