Back in February, I thought that I’d never be happy again. My whole world had caved in with my mother's death, and I was so full of grief I couldn’t see straight. Yet, here I am, spending my first Christmas without Mum, but far from alone, and with someone who loves me and cares about me. I’m happier now than I think I’ve ever been, and, although I feel a stab of guilt at being happy without her, it’s less than what it once was. These guys have changed my life completely, and I think that I might be changing theirs, too.
