death

Coping With The Death Of A Loved One

Private Suffering The ‘closest’ person to me to have died was my father. However, ‘close’ is a relative word as, up to his death in the early 1980’s, I had seen the man fewer times than the number of fingers on my hands. Harry Mac, as we affectionately called him, was an ex’s father and was more of a Dad to me than my own. He made his transition in the 1990’s. Publicly, I was stoic and, along with my ex, we planned and hosted the memorial to celebrate his