Today I went on the train to St Ives, a very pretty town about an hour by train, gloriously sunny and warm and for the most part I enjoyed it, until the memories came flooding back that the last time I was there I was with mum and dad, all be it 25 years ago or so, well I don’t mind saying it did make me feel sad and I did shed a few tears 😭 but I know I have to get past that and try to enjoy things and places on my ownn. I’m sure I’m not alone in this. I felt quite depressed coming back, not at leaving the place but that this is the way things will be now. Like you said Emz, I try to think of three positive things each day and I’m sure it will get easier. It was a struggle today, I watch the various families around me and felt quite envious that they had each other, not good to think that way I know but I couldn’t help it. I wonder if I should give bereavement counselling another go, I wasn’t sure if it was for me the last time I went but perhaps it might help? Sorry to cast such a downer, hoping you’ve had a peaceful Sunday xx