Today feels like a ‘big’ day. It is ten years since ‘that day’. That day that everything changed. A whole decade. Ten years since my Grandpa collected me from Hull Royal Infirmary and I was driven away leaving Benji inside the hospital.

Benji died ten years ago today; 29th March 2006.

The last couple of weeks I’ve been very aware that today was coming. Conscious that it seemed a ‘big’ anniversary; there is no rhyme or reason why any one particular anniversary year should be anymore worthy of stirring up a myriad of emotions than any other year. That being said, grief likes to work that way, and if there is only one thing I now truly understand about grief and grieving is that it defies logic and reason.

So today – I am simply taking each minute as it comes and that and that alone will be today’s achievement.