Just thought I would share this with all of you.
This morning, raining, off work, feeling very very low when I get a message from my eldest son “keep it quiet, but your going to be a grandad again”
There I was smiling and crying at the same time. I think it’s the first time I have been happy without feeling guilty since Tracey passed away, and I’m still smiling now.
And yes, I’ve been to the cemetery and told his mum.
