I have been mulling a blog post over for the last couple of days, talking about my life, my weekend, my kids. Until today. I read a friend’s blog post which has rocked me to my core. Her son who has autism died today in the mental health unit he was staying in. He was a young man, just 18 and getting his life sorted. I never met him but I know and like his mum very much and I feel physical shock so I can only imagine how the family must feel. It’s not my grief but I feel it like a punch to the solar plexus. God only knows how they’ll get through the next few days/weeks/months but all I can do is send them love and feel slightly guilty that my family is still intact.