It's Going to be two years on the sixteenth of March since I lost my beautiful daughter Nina to a brain tumor after three years of struggling to beat it she was only 28 years old and had just qualified as a doctor specialising in paediatrics I think of her every day and the sadness won't leave my heart, my wife and I are coming up to our sixtieth birthdays this year and friends are pressurising us to have a big bash of a party I know they mean well. It celebrating is the last thing we want, I have dealt with it by booking some time away when our birthdays come up. Does anyone else feel angry with friends who are good friends and mean well but simply don't understand.