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As one door closes, another opens. The time has come for me to finish this chapter of my life and begin a new one.
I moved here under compassionate circumstances so that I could give quality of life to my dying Mum. I did what I had to do as any loyal loving daughter would under those circumstances. It was eight months from diagnosis to death, not the eighteen months to two years originally first thought.
Then half way through the eight months another tragedy struck. Dad was killed in a horrific workplace accident. My life ceased to exist as I knew it. I had one parent dead and the other one was dying, how was this possible?
So a majority of my time spent here has been consumed with my personal grieving process. It never gets easier, nor does it ever go away. I just do the best I can on any given day. Back then I even wanted to die myself just to be with them again, the pain and suffering was that excruciating and unbearable to deal with. One person kept me from that, my husband. He is the only reason I didn’t act on my thoughts of suicide. He was and still is very much my saviour.
Now I’m moving on, and putting a lot of distance between me and my past here. No more constant reminders, no more bad memories. It’s time for a fresh start and a clean slate. It’s time for a better and brighter future for me and my husband.
I typed this post last night because I knew it was going to be the last chance I would get online for a while. I scheduled it to publish now as we would already be on the road . Our first stop will be back home to pay our final respects to Mum & Dad. This brings mixed emotions but something I feel I need to do.
Then it’s back on the road and headed for Brisbane.
