Not really sure why I am posting this but it will be 10 years on Sunday since my wonderful, funny, gorgeous, infuriating and impossible son took his own life.
He was only 22 years old when he died, he has struggled with bipolar disorder since his teens.
His ex girlfriend had organised a gig in the pub this evening to remember him.
I miss him so very much, I still have dreams where he walks through the door and goes straight to the fridge. Cheese lasts so much longer in there since he went.
I'm sorry for the self indulgence, I'm trying to be brave and not cry but all I really want to do is scream and shout at the unfairness of it all.
Photo of my beautiful blue eyed boy attached just because I can.