Those who have lost a loved one will tell you that grief is a journey. There's no definitive end point, but rather a series of peaks and troughs, advancements and setbacks, highs and lows.
For Anthony Marn, an oil painter from Manchester, grief is a rock in his chest that he can always feel. Tragically, when he was just five years old his mother took her own life and, eight years later, his father did the same.
While he didn't know much about his mother's passing, when his father died he knew he had taken his life, but his paternal grandparents, who he describes as "lifesavers", protected him from the truth. "In those days no one really talked about it, there were no family conversations about what had happened," he explains over the phone from his home in Delph.
