My other son’s birthday.

Like his siblings, and me, we’ve had a fairly tough time. We all changed after my husband’s death. Like most people, I thought we were immortal. Not really immortal. In the midst of a busy happy life I just didn’t think about it.

My children were 12, 14. 16 and 18, each at some sort of crossroads, suddenly facing a fork in the road none of them, nor I, expected . I’m not going into detail by telling you much more than you care to know. We survived, each in our own way.

We’re still here.

More anon.