I'm full of impotent rage.
I'm speechless with the unfairness of family members.
So I'm taking a few days to get a bit of perspective about the issues raised.
For once it's not my mother who's got my dander up but it is about her.
My granddaughters are coming again tomorrow, just for the day, before they leave on Saturday. The one thing they want to do is put flowers on their father's grave.
They have never been taken there in 13 years.
I'm glad they want to do this but I think it will kill me.
On a last note, I swear I will never hand my life over to another person, never.