Although he wasn't my son - he was my baby brother - the day they buried 18 year old Edward in March, I was already cracking jokes. After the funeral of course. I surprised myself... That doesn't mean I don't cry. But now I'm not so scared to let it out.

I can't begin to understand how you guys are coping. But I am on the journey of grief - for the third time since March now - in honour of Edward, my friend Ted and now Tracy.

You've helped me to get to this stage with the death of my brother. I'm here - when you want me - if you want me - to help you - both.