Oven Gloves – Advice for the newly bereaved and those who love them

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.