It's been a tough few days, particularly for my mum, after her husband and my stepdad Derek passed away.
He had been bravely fighting cancer since March last year, but finally lost the battle on Saturday afternoon.
Derek was a good man whose kindness and support will be greatly missed by us all.
His funeral was yesterday morning and everything went as well as these things can. My mum did us - and Derek - very proud.
The night before, my sister Jacquie and I accompanied her to Wade's funeral home so she could say goodbye. Not easy.
Before flying across to Northern Ireland, I attempted to outline to Jamie and Charlotte what had happened and what I would be doing when I was there. I included the planned trip to Wade's.
After I'd been, Charlotte had a question.
"Did you see Michael Jackson at the funeral home?"
A combination of Vanessa and me explained that there were lots of funeral homes and Michael Jackson was staying in a different one to Derek. However, they would still meet each other in Heaven.
On that basis, Charlotte's now holding out for an autograph - and possibly a dance lesson.