Not really sure why I'm even saying this, but lost my mum just over 6 months ago now. Handled it okay.
On a rooftop bar in Portugal last week, on a golfing trip with the lads, I absolutely lost it because it's the sort of time I'd have sent her a photo.
Grief, bloody hell.
I’m in love with this sentence:
“The degree to which a person can grow is directly proportional to the amount of truth he can accept about himself without running away.”