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.
So, I’m still alive, just curled up in a ball for a while and trying to make sense of the world we live in. Since the sudden death of Ben’s mum, Elma I’ve found myself questioning everything in life. Most of those questions I’ve asked myself many times before, beginning when my own Dad died … More Questions on life.
Did you enjoy it? Did you share it with friends? Did you hug your loved ones? Did you make it as good as it could be? Last Thursday morning I woke up to a text which shook me to the core. My fun loving, lively, fit, active, ‘healthy’ cousin had become ill during the night, … More If this were your last day…
Last night I was in the best of moods. Holidays had begun. I had that Friday feeling and more, as I began a weeks holiday. Gathered in a friends house the atmosphere was party like, two families enjoying friendly banter. Life felt good. Then the phone rang. As I reached for it, for a moment … More One phone call, and life changes forever.