The days are rolling into weekend the weeks into months and the months into years.... and still I cry in the shops when I hear music and still I cry in bed at night or at any given time in the day. The only difference now is that I’m better at hiding this raw indescribable torture that breaks me every day. I try and pretend things are ok.... I am ok but things arnt and I’m not. I’m just living in my bubble of denial and I’m ok to stay in my bubble until I take my last breath because the truth.... the real facts are just too unimaginably painful to face. I love you son with everything that I am and I miss you every single second of the day.......