My wife died of cancer 9 years ago, on a Friday, two days before Mother’s Day—it was bad for me and worse for my daughter. Mostly it’s better now, but this year it’s a tough weekend. I married again in between then and now—the first years were great, the last three years were awful, we’re separated and grinding through a divorce now. But I miss my late wife... heck, I miss my late Mum. I’m looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.