Three months of pent-up emotion came pouring out on Sunday when I saw Robbie and my grandsons, Charlie and Freddie, for the first time since lockdown.
As soon as I saw their car turn into the close, I had to swallow hard and I could feel my eyes going. I kept saying to myself, ‘Don’t cry when you see them.’ By the time I’d got my stick, reached the front door and saw the three of them standing there, that was it.
Tears fell and would not stop. We had an emotional chat outside while two trolleys apart, eating ice lollies and drinking tea.
That day, Father’s Day, was the first time Robbie had been to visit his dad’s grave. Robbie hasn’t felt able to go because he suffers with guilt for not being there when my husband Colin passed away in
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