As others have said, it’s when you’re an adult that it really hits home. Being the only one to support ailing parents, make decisions on their behalf (including being asked about DNR), sitting by their bedside as they die, clearing their (and your) home and clearing away your own childhood is perhaps the loneliest time of your life. And then to realise there is no one left who shares your memories, it feels as though a part of you has died with them.
I’m sorry to be so negative, it’s sad when there is no choice, but I was always determined that I would never wish my experience on anyone.
Police launch an investigation into Ann Widdacombe death
I am an only child and i can honestly say that I have never hankered over wanting siblings. It was what it was and instilled in me to paddle my own canoe. 
