21 days

It is exactly 21 long, miserable days, to the second, since my precious child stopped breathing.

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I am a sixty plenty wife, mother, sister, grandmother and friend. I started blogging as a coping mechanism during my beautiful daughter's final journey. Vic was desperately ill for 10 years after a botched back operation. Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend. I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child. https://tersiaburger.wordpress.com

20 thoughts on “21 days”

  1. Oh Tersia, I am so, so sorry. I have just read this. Last night I discovered ‘why’ I haven’t been getting all the posts from blogs I wanted so much to come to my inbox…. they’ve been going straight to SPAM. I’m so thankful to know that… now, I know where to look if it happens again.

    I would have ‘been there for you’ with everyone else when this happened to you. I’m so sorry, Tersia, with my very heart. Please know I care. Love, Gloria/Granny Gee


  2. Tersia, I have been reading your posts to catch up… I know this pain only too well. I have cried for you… I ‘feel’ your pain. I can say I truly understand, I do know how it feels. I’m so sorry you have to hurt now. I sit here thinking of you as tears fall from my eyes. Love, Gloria/Granny Gee


    1. You are an amazing person – I have read some of your posts and am in awe of the difference that you make in peoples lives! Thank you for your kind words.


  3. This is embarrassing, but the fear of making a fool of myself shouldn’t stop me from passing this on; when I was thinking about nothing yesterday evening, a woman’s voice said, ‘Tell Mum about the chestnuts’. That sounds crazy, and means nothing to me except that a few days ago I was worrying about the fate of chestnut trees in Britain as a virus has been introduced, but just in case it might mean something to you as a person I am in contact with who has recently suffered a bereavement so I pass it on in case it does.


    1. Lucinda, I have a smile on my face. I called Vic my “little squirrel”…. I am in the process of packing up Vic’s cupboards. She found someone who would be sensitive to a communication and she KNEW that you would communicate with me and I would understand! THANK YOU!!!!!!!


    2. I googled your dream – “To dream that you are feeding a squirrel denotes that comfort will come about through hard work, diligence and prudence.” My Vic KNEW I would google the meaning of your message! Thank you again Lucinda!!!


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