On Sunday 2 September I braced myself for grief. From a few days before I knew what was coming. Six months since he took his final breath.
I lit all his candles, and I kneeled down in front of my photos, ‘the shrine’ to him. I was sad. As I spoke to him I shed a tear. But I didn’t feel the grief I expected.
You can’t plan for grief. It may not come on those days that you expect. It will hit…