My mum died, aged 49, 7 years ago. I don't think I've grieved properly and there's still a lot of anger, along with a lot of sadness. I don't think I'm any further forward with accepting her death since it happened, and I can't see that changing. I have young kids now and every day is a reminder she's not here. Every happy event has a very obvious cloud over it. I can't even take a photo of my kids without thinking of how much I want to send it to my mum. The current events don't help either. I know that as soon as the lockdown rules were eased it would have been her garden I'd be sitting in, but there isn't anyone rushing to see me, or vice versa, like there would have been. Will I ever be truly happy in this life? I'm only 30, and so acutely aware of how precious life is and how it should be savoured, but can't help feeling this way.