Went to talk to somebody today about getting help through something like Talking Therapy. In a short while I managed to understand why I am like I am sometimes. I do stretch my arm out and keep people away from getting close to me. This is my self-preservation. I will add more detail about this as soon as I can but it made a lot of sense to me.
My daughter, Danielle Watson was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes when she was 7 years old. She was one of many in our family with this hereditary condition. I have Type 1 and use an Insulin Pump to help to control my own diabetes. This story is about my beautiful daughter and how my life changed dramatically when my angel died in her sleep. The cause of death was Dead In Bed Syndrome. I write more on this subject on another blog as I have many questions.
Monday, 26 November 2012
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Looking for a Memorial for My Beautiful Daughter
Well I have to do something with Danielle's ashes! I can't believe I have just typed those words that kill me and seem impossible. I have been to a funeral service company today to look at some ideas. I want an Angel. I can design my own or look around for something I like and they will make me anything I want. Here goes.
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