My children were 10, 7 and 5 when their father died in a car crash. We were young, had been childhood sweethearts.
I remember very clearly thinking that I would get through, I was still very young and had my life in front of me. But I also knew that they would never get over losing their father.
And so it has been. I have tried to be mother and father at times, and finally, after some dreadful mistakes, brought a good and decent man into the family - but although he tried he was never accepted as Dad, and why should he be?
My children, now middle aged, have always shown that they missed their father to talk to, to advise. I worry about them and will for always. I am their mother, it's my job.