I’m sitting here waiting. Waiting to walk out the front door in order to go and pick up my son’s ashes. I never believed for a second, at any time in my life, that I would have to do this terrible thing.

The emotions within me are confused. I’m scared, I’m sad, I’m calm. Reality will probably hit me once I pick up the car keys and switch on the engine. For now, the only thing going through my tortured mind is that I’m going to bring my son home. Where he belongs.