I sit in the garden, a cup of tea in hand, staring into space.
2016 has been the most difficult of years, I thought it could not get any worse.
I am tired. In my mind I see the image of my Grandchildren clinging to their Mother, sobbing. Their world shattered, their little hearts broken.
Last weekend Poppi and Riley's father was doing a bike ride for charity through the streets of London. I cry as I type.
He was knocked from his bike by a bus and suffered severe injury to the head. Air lifted to hospital and put on life support we prayed and hoped. Sadly there was no brain function, and Sunday evening the machine was turned off.
Dear Daniel, you were complex, changeable, difficult to understand...........on the other side, caring, artistic, a wonderful sense of humour. You will be greatly missed by many people but none more than your children.
RIP dear boy...........you will always be with us in spirit and Poppi and Riley will always have you in their hearts.