I have been wondering over the last six weeks about how being in love leaves us open to such pain and hartache.
To qualify.....
My partner, died on the 17.02.2004 from injuries she received in a car accident. Since then I have been having trouble comming to terms with Maureen's death and how it has changed my life.
Maureen and I met in Toronto in September last year. At the time I was on holiday and had just witnessed my cousin Nicole getting married. Maureen and I where introduced by my second cousin Catherine on the following Monday, and by the end of the week.................. well, I know Maureen was more than a holiday romance.
Over the course of the next two months Maureen and I kept in touch via email, msn and phone. Maureen took a 3 week holiday in November and visited her cousin, who at the time was writing for the World Woldlife Fund on location in Hungery. Maureen decided that she would like to come to Belfast for a week of this holiday and see me, and the places I liked to go. As a result Maureen decided to take a six month leave of absence from her work as an ER nurse in St Michaels Hospital in Toronto.
After a lot of work on her part, Maureen arrived in Belfast on 12.02.2004 and happily was moved into a house together. God, great times
Then just after midnight on the night of 16 / 17.02.2004, on our way home from a friends house, the car we where passengers in was involved in a RTA. I ended out in Hospital with 8 broken ribs, and various other injuries from which I'm still recovering from. Maureen on the other hand died from severe internal injuries she received in the crash.
So.............. the questions are..........
1). Is it better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all???
2). Why do bad things happen to good people, when people why act like demons live long and unproductive lives???
3). Is there something after?????????????????????
Thanks E.O.B.