Before I begin I just want to say please do not feel sorry for me. I have a lovely life. I have my children and my grandchildren around me all of the time and of course my dog who is equally as important :)
Four years ago my youngest child died in an horrific accident in a car.
There is not a day goes by when I do not cry at some point or feel a little sad, but it does not occupy and grip my mind these days. I have found way of living with it and getting on with life and laughing with my family.
Today I saw footage of my son having his mobile confiscated by a teacher in a corridor at school while his friend filmed it. Oh he looked so young and so happy. All the others around him were laughing and it was funny. He must have been about 13 or 14, and I do remember him coming home and telling me about the phone. Seeing him was like looking at something that happened yesterday and it felt nice.
Earlier in the day I was watching my grandson play football and chatting to one of the mums and she asked me where my youngest was since we were talking about our children and he was not mentioned apart from that I said I have three children.
When I told her he had died she was instantly regretful and I said to her I bet you wish you had never asked, but really.. it's OK. And it is. It's OK to talk.
It does not always hurt is what I am trying to say. Sometimes it is nice to talk and smile and not want to cry.