On the 21^st of March two of his friends ran a half marathon to raise funds for Bipolar UK (www.bipolaruk.org.uk). Together they have raised £3268 so far. Great job girls! He would be so proud. Love does make us discover new things about ourselves.

This evening I met up with one of these incredible young women and we chatted about what it was like to be preparing for the run. She said it helped her in two ways – the training gave her time to think about him and the fund-raising gave her the opportunity to talk about him and his illness. What a constructive way of dealing with a personal tragedy such as this.

It is interesting to see his contemporaries preparing for their final year exams this summer. They will graduate this year. Unbelievable! How time flies.

As for me, I feel quiet stuck. Every deep breath is a sob. My eyes and nose feel heavy all the time as the tears are just sitting there waiting to start rolling. The lump in my throat has taken residence there. My friends and family seem to have moved on but I feel stuck. I am happy to be here. I have no complaints. I am here by choice or may be due to sheer lack of it. I am not ready to move yet.