It's going to hurt at least a little for a very long while. They're your best friend, companion and a family member. They love us to a degree that we can only hope another human can -- unconditionally.
But I know we'll be okay. Like the death of my M, we just need to give this time -- we will heal.
I go and pick up Duncan's ashes this evening. That's not going to be very easy. I still haven't had much of a chance to talk with my S's on this. Maybe "talk" is not the right word, but just to feel them out, to commiserate and let them know that I know how what they're going through, and that we're going to be okay...
(It occurred to me just now that we, W and I, still haven't really sat them down about the death of the M either. As usual W allowed it to be glossed over.)
