12 years old is too young to lose a parent. I knew that when it happened to me all those years ago, and I certainly know it now. The impact it had on me completely shattered my emotional state and left me with only fear and anger and no way to control it.
This past Wednesday my partner and I had to tell her 12-year-old daughter that her father had died.
He had been missing the week before and she knew this, but was not prepared to hear this news. She knew we wanted to talk to her about her father but she was so optimistic, thinking that he was found injured or ran away or something. As I broke the news to her the smile on her face, the optimism, instantly turned into the same deep, crushing pain that I remember so well from my childhood. It felt surreal. No one should have to feel the way she feels right now.
We are raising funds to take her to the funeral service, which is quite far from us and we don’t have a lot of time to figure it out. My partner has started a GoFundMe page for her to go if anyone feels inclined to share it we would be very grateful. The link is here.
I hope that we can help this poor girl hang on to what is left of her childhood. This is the second death in her family this year. Her great uncle who was sick for quite some time died a few weeks ago. They were very close and his death has been very hard on her as well.
It has been a rough start to our year. We will soldier on, as always. We know we are not alone!
Again, thank you for taking the time to read my post.
Sadly, I am lostinthewoods