You awake to Sonny and Cher on the radio, or rather, as it’s Christmas, Slade or Band Aid. You have all manner of things set up for your small child to have a magical Christmas, but it all goes wrong. The child is horrible for whatever reason and you fear that the holiday is ruined forever. Fear not, though, as next year you just do it all over again. Welcome to Groundhog Christmas Day.
One moment my daughter is chatting and playing with her grandad, the next he’s been taken by ambulance to the hospital and never returns. Dealing with the death of a close family member is tough as a grown up but over the Easter break I’ve had the task of getting my three-year-old daughter to take on board what’s happened.