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On October 6th 2005 I got a phone call from my dad. His tone
was serious and I immediately knew something was wrong. He spoke to my mum
first, who answered the phone.
Her face had an expression of utter shock. She silently passed
me the phone and I nervously listened as my dad told me that my 15 year old
cousin had died.
I felt numb and my face drained of colour. When I finished the
phone call, the news wouldn’t sink in. Dan and I were born five months apart
and he’d lived in the same street as me for almost ten years.
I took the dog for a walk in silence and when I got back I went
to sleep. I didn’t cry properly until the funeral but inside I was in pieces.
When my Auntie told me about CRY I visited the website and
spoke to CRY via email. Reading about how other people had dealt with their
losses helped me as I knew that I was not alone in what I was going through.
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