My sons birthday is coming up, he’s turning 9 and so excitable and lovely. But all I want to do is scream and hide. It’s also a year since my precious dad got very ill very quickly. Last year we weren’t together but I genuinely believed we would be this year. Now there is no hope, it’s bleak and my dads lack of presence is felt so deeply. The cemetery closes before I finish work during the week so I can’t even visit his grave. I don’t know how I’m going to get through it.