I’m mostly posting this just to get it off my chest and to feel like I have someone to talk to. It’s almost been 12 weeks now since my DD passed away and this week I’ve started to feel it more than ever, even more so this morning. I just wish so much that we could have her back, I really do miss her. It really hurts a strange kind of hurt, a little lost, angry, frustrated and confused. I was backing up our photos last night and I was looking at her very last few photos, standing up at the TV, she wasn’t far off walking, but I’ll never see that now. I know my DW is there for me but she is always so tense and up and down, I want comfort from her but because she is so up and down and I just don’t know where I stand from one minute to the next. She is doing a lot of great things, heaps around the house and this really makes me happy, I tell her how great she is and that I appreciate everything, she can be happy for a while but it never lasts. I feel a little unloved and alone. I sit her at work quite often and I’ll have a little cry to myself, I am coping ok but I just have my moments where it has to come out.