DS2's (10 months) dad committed suicide in June. Today I bit the bullet and started a memory box. In it are the few things he bought for DS, the order of service from his funeral, his dressing gown and his bottle of aftershave. I'll add photos to it when I get them printed.
I knew it was going to be hard but it was so much harder than I thought it'd be. For the first time I feel like I'm grieving on my behalf as well as on DS's behalf. Up until now I felt like I didn't have the right to grieve because we weren't together and things were really bad between us.
It just all feels so unfair. I shouldn't be having to make a memory box.