I’m Harrys mummy. Harry died when he was 5 years old very unexpectedly. It was 10 years ago in March 2019. Is that relevant? I’m not sure! Every year following his death is the same. The numbness that has set in starts to lift and I feel it again. The agony, shock and the split of my heart as the pain shatters through it! I know that as soon as the evenings seem a little lighter, mist is in the morning air and snowdrops appear, everyone is preparing for spring. Whereas I am preparing to relive my worst nightmare. Sleep starts to dissipate, anxiety kicks in and I become that person again. The one who stole ‘me’, the one who stepped in to protect me from the roar emotions that only the death of your child could bring...