to Lou’s grave yesterday. It was most terribly sad. I hadn’t been since the funeral because it is many miles from where I live and I don’t drive.
Her family chose not to have a marker or a stone – there’s just a wooden post with a metal plate that says “plot 13” on it. And some obviously newish sections of turf. There was a bowl of half dead hyacinths, a dead cyclamen plant and nowt else. It looked like nobody comes.
How did my bestest baby girlfriend come to this ? :(( 7 years ago

My dearest friend Louise finally succumbed to her bipolar depression on October last year and decided to end her life. Every day I ask myself if there was something, anything, I could have done to stop her. But she made the decision to end her life rather than spend the rest of it in and out of hospital and senseless as I might feel it was, it was her choice. She suffered enough, and now she is at peace. The rest of us left behind have had part of us killed though. I feel robbed of her. I miss her every single day. 7 years ago