My son died on 28 January 2019, age 25. This is where I try to make sense of his death, figuring it all out for myself and where I can still ‘tell’ him all the things that happens in our lives. We were (are) a very close-knit family and we used to talk to each other all the time. Writing and remembering all the things, keeping a ‘diary’ of some sort is how I cope.

Bren, xx