Its here on Sunday and I hate it, my boys are grumbling about having to buy presents then they remember that I carnt and are sorry. I would love somewhere to go that was special to Dad but my memories of the time before AD are still distant and confused. My Dads ashes are in the bottom of a wardrobe at my sisters house as it was decided (not by me) that we would keep them and mix them with Mums before scattering them together. Silly really but I have no closure, Dad is in my sisters wardrobe and it seems to have stuck me in a cycle of grief. My Mum wishes this so I cannot go against her wishes but it also scares me that in some stupid way it could hasten my Mum's end me wishing for closure. I will have to cope on Sunday its been 4 months since I lost Dad but I know that on Sunday it will feel like only yesturday. I know lots of us will be feeling the same so hugs to all wishing you all the best for Sunday.