Just a heads up, this story contains details of death. She was 30, going about her life with the excitement and optimism of someone with endless possibilities. A move to London with her fairly new but besotted boyfriend was a few months ahead. All the usual feelings were present: nerves about leaving behind her family, excitement to meet up with old mates, wonder about what would happen on the job front, and whether she and the bloke would cement their relationship. One Sunday night I received a call from my brother's wife. Our sister's boyfriend was at her door, wondering if anyone knew where she was. It had been almost 20 hours since he'd heard from her, which was unusual. Looking back over my phone, I'd texted her the previous night seeing if she wanted to join us for a drink, but hadn't heard from her since about 5pm. Racing through our contacts, no-one had heard from her for some time.
Good grief: the psychology of mourning | Dean Burnett
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