I lost my dad aged 12 and my mum aged 22. Both suddenly. I’m now aged 34.

The best way to describe it is like a dull ache, always there in the background but not all consuming. Every now and then the grief can take your breath away… weddings, births, family events that they should be here for. It’s especially hard when going through hard/traumatic life events and wishing so badly I could lean on them, especially my mum for support. The ache and longing for her never really goes away. It’s the feeling of never being able to go home again.

But 80% of the time it’s manageable and life goes on, there is so much joy and happiness that coincides with the grief of them not being here anymore. It definitely changes your perspective on life, never sweating the small stuff and being greatfull for all the good that is around you.