The “special days” can be hard and I find the lead up to them particularly sad, but I am just as easily knocked sideways by a simple little memory or occurrence on a perfectly ordinary day. Perhaps seeing an older couple hand in hand at the supermarket, or a grandfather with his little grandchildren- things like these can really stick the knife on and take my breath away. This is the reality of bereavement and nobody can prepare you for it.
I am procrastinating and need to stop!




