These threads always leave me feeling a strange mixture of despressed for the loss of a young life and joyously happy that everything is normal (whatever normal is.) in my personal family life.
Gigi it is going to be a shitstorm of raw emotions for your friend and her family. Bringing food, helping out outside and inside the house. Most importantly, being there with them. You ( or whomever) may feel intrusive and in-the-way, but to the greiving, they are trapped inside the mental torture horror ground with no way out at this stage. They probably won’t even remember who was over. It will all be a blur.
There will be a lot of guilt and anger. Don’t let them bottle it up.
When they cry, hold them. You don’t have to say anything. It’s not going to be ok. It’s going to be shitty with a 100% chance of darkness in the future when you least expect it and eventually they will start to feel sunlight on their skin again, but it won’t be for awhile. All friends and family need to do is just be there to let them know they are not alone.
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Also, and this is the germophobe* in me speaking, go over there armed with Foaming Hospital Grade Lysol Disinfectant leave on 10 minutes to kill staph and other assorted creepie crawlies that you never think about until google came along. on every nonpourous surface ( banisters, handles, bathrooms, floors, counters, …anything. It’s fun if you put your mind into the correct frame.) Don’t forget to leave a few windows open, so you have lungs when you finish. Did this for a friend whose daughters have Cystic Fibrosis and we went Defcon Five over a psuedomonas scare. She wanted to pay me for killing germs. I got to have fun doing my OCD and help out a friend. It was a great day. I took two cans of this stuff mentioned and scoured the living shit out of my house the next day.
*four brothers with Muscular Dystrophy means 4 people with compromised immune systems. Colds devestated them. Three have died from pneumonia started by what would be a harmless cold to you or me. Smothering to death is not fun. All had staph infections at one time or another. All from hospital stays. Nightmares galore.
Shag your family’s story has always stayed with me and I have always wondered what the condition/disease was, but didn’t want to intrude. Thank you for sharing and my mind boggles over the insurance hassles you two went through during that craptacular time in your life. Yay for Boston Children’s Hospital.
Velvet and Ellen and anyone else who has lost a child, my heartfelt condolences to you and yours.