Sophie's POV
Today was always the worst day in my home. The day we hated when it came around every year. I quickly changed and grabbed the huge bouquet I had picked out. This day never gets easier.
Last night we had all talked about going to the grave, my Dad told me I would be the first one to turn up. So I promised to tidy up the grave of any old flowers.
Creeping downstairs I found the house empty, which was unusual on every day apart from today.
Today we all did our own thing. We all just get on with our day, we try to not let the sadness overcome us. But it was hard. My mum was taken too soon and I just wish I had one more day with her. I never had breakfast, instead, I left the house and drove to the church.
I pulled up outside the back of the church, just off the main road
