Grief is troublesome. It sticks to you like thistledown – silent, but with the potential to erupt and grow. You can’t park it and get on with your life without it affecting you. Try as you might, it creeps into your thoughts.

The missing one screams at you from everything that she has touched and you find that she is all around you. You realise that she was so much a part of your life that you didn’t even notice how much she helped and guided you.