It has been one year and two months since Fred died, and it is my second #NationalBereavedParentsDay. That seems an extraordinary thing to write, but there it is. In that time, I have relied on the strength and grace of those that were bereaved before me, and have seen others follow. I have also seen people on the sidelines paralysed by fear and impotence.
I am not the only mother who has lost a child, and there will be far too many others. These are the things I have learned.