Just over a month ago my Uncle collapsed and died one morning, he'd had a massive heart attack. He was always the life of the party when our small family would get together throughout the year. I missed out on seeing him a couple of nights before he passed away as I had to drive 200 miles back home. It's killing me that we'll never see him howling with laughter at a Christmas cracker joke, shouting at the football results on TV or how we were never able to play that last round of golf together.

His funeral had over 150 people attend from all over the UK. Since then our family has started to heal, started to adjust to life without him here with us. It's been hard, he was a massive presence in all our lives.

This past Thursday we had a phonecall to say my 96 year old Grandmother was ill in Hospital and there wasn't anything they could do. On Friday another phonecall, her cindition is improving- brilliant news! I arranged to pick my Sister up and drive home on Saturday afternoon to visit her that evening. She passed away at 6am on Saturday morning. It sounds awful but when someone is 96 you kinda know they might not be around much longer. She had dementia and hadn't recognised me or my sister for the past few years but we'd still liked to spoken to her one last time.

Since I was 17 I've battled depression, but just this past 18 months has it shown any signs of improvement. I've moved to a lovely new town with my partner, we've got a dog and I even managed to solo travel in India. But the events of the past 6 weeks have plunged e right back into that inescapable black hole. I miss them.