I lost my mum a decade ago and still think about her every day. I was very much a "mummy's boy". The first couple of years were very hard. I was, and still am, especially distraught that she never got to meet my son, who is now 8. But I take some comfort in the fact she did meet the woman who is now my wife, and they got on great.

It's very hard, I know. Try to think what your dad would want? He'd want you to think about him fondly, and talk about him, the good memories: holidays you had as a family, special occasions. But most of all he'd want you to spend as much time with your kids as possible, maybe telling them all about there grandad. In the wider family we still talk about my mum, and that's how it should be. And yes sometimes I still cry. And though I'm not religious (opposite in fact) I take some comfort from knowing that one day we will be together again in the void.