Remembering Elma.

Last Sunday I went to mass. Not because I’m a good Catholic, but to stand beside a family who are hurting. One year ago, Elma, a kind, gentle, lady of tremendous strength died suddenly.  She was a wife, a daughter and a wonderful mother. While a young mother’s loss is always enormous, this family were … More Remembering Elma.

Remembering the only gift my dad ever gave my children.

Today, I remember my Dad. But then again I remember him every day. He was there for my wonderful childhood and stroppy, difficult teenage years, but gone before I got the chance to show him who I’d become. Dad was stolen from our lives by neurone disease over thirty years ago. Not only did my … More Remembering the only gift my dad ever gave my children.