Our lovely (adult) son died on 17th December, we were on holiday in Mexico and had to take emergency flights home - it took nearly 24 hours and I think I cried the whole time. The funeral wasn’t until 11th January and the wait was torture, my lovely boy. I am tortured with thoughts and memories, I just don’t know what to do, how do I cope with the feelings of despair? My husband is very supportive and hugs me when I’m overwhelmed but I see how much crying so desperately upsets him, he suffers inside but I see the pain. Our son left a wife and 2 young children, 7 & 3, who have to grow up without their lovely Dad. I can’t believe I will never see him again.