Life goes on.
Everything has to carry on, nobody could imagine what was going on in my head or within my home.
So each day it was off to work as normal, leaving my problems at the door, dealing with new problems my students bought my way. It was tough, I was there in spirit and functioned on automatic pilot, my job appeared more difficult than normal but I was getting through it and thanked the support of my two close colleagues.
I met up with my close friends as usual, laughing and joking and putting the world to rights and then the tears would come, I loved my friends so much.
Family get togethers which happen every Saturday afternoon carried on, oblivious to the fact I was dying inside. We are a close family and I think it was the closeness that stopped me from telling them, they would be upset and I couldn't do that to them. My two sisters had still not mentioned it.
My emotions were still all over the place, each day was different, I still cried alot.
I was beginning to piece together Rachel's life. In my heart she was doing the right thing, it made sense, I could not say that to her yet, although she was desperate for my blessing.
As a parent you have an element of control with your child, which becomes guidance as they get older, at this moment I had none. I had no control and I couldn't guide her as we were walking in opposite directions.
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