My mother asked me yesterday how I cope with speaking about Ben in my interviews on TV and on radio etc. How I was doing with holding it all together, especially in public. She told me a story about a woman she had met at a function the previous week. This woman had lost a baby 20 years ago. She told my mom that although she had other children since, and was very happy, sometimes a memory would sneak up on her, at the strangest times, when she was cleaning, or driving, and that pang would resound once again in her heart. Quite intensely, just for that moment.