So far my composure has held up reasonably well but last night saw the first small cracks.
L came into the room and said that she's got to pick up the photos of Cirrus we've ordered from the nursery when he's ready to go back this week. And that she doesn't know what to do with the fourth copy.
It took me a couple of seconds to remember why we might now only need three and then the tears came. A couple at least.
I might take a pack of tissues or two to the funeral on Friday.