angelsmoke
Bluelighter
I started writing this in Mugz' RIP thread, but I realised that I really want to ask for advice -- especially from people who've been there, and I didn't want to little his thread with things that are essentially about me.
Martin's inquest is on Thursday. I can't go... I just can't. I've never been to one before, but I read the transcript of my sister's, and it was so horrible. It was all about the state of her body - the bruising, the broken bones.... the fact that she was alive when she hit the water despite all that, and drowned. Even thinking about it makes me feel sick.
I love Martin. I will always love him, in one way or another. I miss him more than I can possibly say. He was my rock and my best friend. I want to honour him... and yes, I do want to know how he died..... but I think the inquest will involve pictures of him.... and I don't think I can handle seeing a picture of him dead. Seeing his body was one thing.... it was closure, knowledge, acceptance. His family were right there beside me. This, I just don't think I can. Everything in my being says it'll rip open every little bit of me that's started to heal.
Should I go? Or should I follow my gut?
I know a number of you must have been through these sorts of things.... and if you can bring yourself to share your experience or your decision I think it'd help.
Martin's inquest is on Thursday. I can't go... I just can't. I've never been to one before, but I read the transcript of my sister's, and it was so horrible. It was all about the state of her body - the bruising, the broken bones.... the fact that she was alive when she hit the water despite all that, and drowned. Even thinking about it makes me feel sick.
I love Martin. I will always love him, in one way or another. I miss him more than I can possibly say. He was my rock and my best friend. I want to honour him... and yes, I do want to know how he died..... but I think the inquest will involve pictures of him.... and I don't think I can handle seeing a picture of him dead. Seeing his body was one thing.... it was closure, knowledge, acceptance. His family were right there beside me. This, I just don't think I can. Everything in my being says it'll rip open every little bit of me that's started to heal.
Should I go? Or should I follow my gut?
I know a number of you must have been through these sorts of things.... and if you can bring yourself to share your experience or your decision I think it'd help.

) so it was hard to avoid. Especially in such a small and gossipy town.