So my good friend died in January.
Still cant believe she has gone.
Her kids are 8 & 11. Her dh is round at our house most weekends for various reasons and of course he brings his son.
I find myself looking at him (the 8 year old) and well up. He talks about her, and i dont discourage it. But i wish i could be braver, he is and its his mum, and he is a little boy.
He is just SO like her.
The lead up to mothers day & mothers day was a bitch, but they got through it.
sigh, its just hard, so hard.