I've just got to get this started first and finished before I can do anything else on the blog it's not easy to say or write but I'm hoping that writing it down and sharing will help me to come to terms with it.
I'm just going to say it on 14 February I had a phone call from the police to say that they found my son and I had to go and identify him.
I was praying and praying it wasn't him but when I was taken to see him I could deny it no longer. I don't think I have really faced up to the fact that he has gone or want to as it hits me and just overwhelms me where ever I may be unless that is just how it is when you lose someone so close to you. No idea how to recover from something like this!
He had been 4 years from the age of 18 at university then 1year working at the Quay and living in Exeter at a house share. Then his friend offered him a job with an American company working US hours and he made his own limited company. He moved into his own flat as living and working in the same room was not ideal.