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.
Fibre broadband and house phones
do you have plasterboard on your walls?


