A good friend and colleague of mine died last week after only being ill since May.
She was 48 and we were still working together when she was diagnosed with metastatic cancer.
My mum died when she was the same age (19 years ago) and it's dredged up all sorts of feelings and memories from then.
It's her funeral on Friday which I will obviously be going to but I'm terrible as soon as I see the coffin I break down.
I would love to have a good cry before the funeral - let it all out a bit but I can't seem to let go enough to get going.
I feel empty, and hollow. Desperately sad but I just can't cry.