I have a daughter who is now five years old. Until recently, I would have certainly killed myself if she had died. Without hesitation, I would have run to the nearest bridge and jumped. Continuing without her, bearing the constant grief, would have been completely pointless.
I felt this way even after my twins, her siblings, were born. My feelings for them during their first 18 months or so were nothing compared to those for her. I knew that losing one of them would devastate me, but at least I would still have had my oldest daughter, and that's what really mattered deep down.It's only recently, in the past six months or so, that I feel it would somehow be possible to live on even if something happened to my eldest. The reason for this is certainly that I finally love the little ones just as much as her.
I don't know if the author had other children besides the daughter he lost. If not, then I wonder where he found the strength or even reason to move on.
canucker2016|1 year ago
He mentions in one of the blog posts after Rebecca's death that he and his partner try to be there, in the moment, for their two kids, though it may be difficult emotionally/mentally - like when his son entered kindergarten at the same school as Rebecca had done just a few years earlier.