Kevin and I had already arranged to attend Mrs Mitchell’s funeral, and we decided that despite our own loss, we would still show our support and attend her service. In hindsight, I do not know how we did it, but we did. The Mitchells were devastated to learn about our own death in the family.
Dad brought us up to be strong people, but it is very hard to describe the emotions that Kev and I felt attending a funeral when we knew that in just a few days we would also be at another funeral at the same place and time, for our brother. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but together, we did it. It was important somehow, even at that wrenching time in our own lives, to offer solace and comfort to another family.
The Mitchells also attended our funeral after they had just buried their wife and mother. To say that I was truly grateful for their support is an understatement. We were two grieving families, helping each other.
