been back to that same place of brokenness time and time again over the past months, sometimes alone, sometimes with Malcolm, sometimes with trusted friends or family. The loss of our child is acute, the ‘what ifs’ have been rampant, the reminders painful. Even last week we had to go to the loft for something and I caught sight of a couple of boxes packed up. The tears were there instantly. The depth of heartache is hard to put into words. But there have been blessings too. Last week a work colleague