It's 8 years today since we lost our wonderful son Stewart, and his own little boy, Victor, will be 8 in November. So many things have happened during that time that he's missed - seeing Victor grow being one of them.
Stewart was about 8 when this picture was taken in the 80s in my dad's garden. He loved my dad - they were similar in so many ways.
I made a cake today and I'd have given anything for him to walk through the kitchen, cut a small slice and put it on a plate, and then walk off with the rest of it, as he so often did. He loved home-made cake.
Sad day, many wonderful memories.