Today, Barry would have turned 19 years old. We had planned a family lunch and I thought he had planned to “party on” with his friends as well. Neither of these things will happen.

I don’t know if anyone else (apart from the immediate family) will spare a thought for Barry today. I hope so. I hope his friends raise their glasses to him. And I hope they share a few happy memories. Barry would have liked that.

So far this morning, I feel composed. With luck, that will continue throughout the day. However, being the day it is, and being his mother, I find myself thinking about the day he was born and I think today would be the ideal day to start the category “My Son”. I’ll prepare that first post when I get home from work after lunch.

Happy Birthday, Barry! I love you.