my beautiful son was taken tragically from me on 8th October in a motorbike accident, he was 23 years old, full of life, hundreds of friends and the kindest person you would ever meet. He was my best friend, I cannot begin to explain the pain, heartbreak and darkness that I feel. It is 10 weeks now and it seems to be getting harder every minute. There is not a moment passes that I dont think about him, I try to be positive and just carry on, I find it so hard that people around me can just carry on when I am so consumed with grief! People say time heals, I just cant see it, how does anyone ever learn to live without the light of their life? his friends have been amazing, I couldn't have coped without them and his sister who is my rock. my husband (not his dad) just carries on as normal, how can he be normal when he supposedly loves me and I cant understand how he cant feel my pain. How can he laugh and joke and pretend nothing has happened when my life is destroyed. My first husband died of cancer and that was horrendous but nothing compare with this!