Many assume I must be angry to be facing a premature death, questioning why did this have to happen to me? I am not angry, it's not a case of why me, but why not me? Cancer is often indiscriminate. I didn't smoke, take drugs or drink excessively. Yet I still have it in my lungs and liver.
"Grief feels like fear" - wrote C. S. Lewis and when my phone rang one morning three years ago, I knew instinctively that something was wrong. My daughter's best friend had gone missing from school the day before so when the Head of Pastoral Care told me that Naomi had died I was shocked, but not surprised. She had committed suicide. She was just 17.