When my son died in 2013, I was taken back to my mother's sudden death when I was 17.
I was expected to be "over it" just a few weeks after my father's death. Ten years on, I'm just starting to heal.
Two weeks before my father took his life he asked me a question. Forty years on and I'm still tormented by my response.
The day I turned a year older than my mum had been when she died was surreal.