Last Friday showed me just how much progress I have made during the past year: that the sky is not the limit. A year ago I had been signed off work because of undergoing EMDR therapy for PTSD. I was going through such a tough time I thought I would surely be carried off and […] Read more…
Good old Facebook memories: it presents a mixed bag at the moment. Facebook memories provide a “on this day” reminder. There are daily reminders of what Martin, Hugo, and I were doing on this day three years ago. Bittersweet memories: memories of when we still held hope that Hugo might be able to come home […] Read more…
On Monday February 20 2017 I am doing a fitness challenge. I am doing this challenge to celebrate life: my own, and that of my son, because those lives might both have ended that day. I am doing a fitness challenge because there was a time, three years ago, when for nearly a week my […] Read more…
Please don’t call me brave. I appreciate the gesture, I really do. I think you are really kind to observe what I do, and to express admiration. It’s not false modesty, not bashfulness. There are no blushes. But being called brave does make me feel uncomfortable, and it isn’t all to do with being in […] Read more…
Music provides the soundtrack to our lives. It evokes emotions, memories, reminiscences – both good and bad. Martin and I wanted Hugo’s funeral to be a celebration of his life. Part of that celebration included selecting songs to play during the service. Songs that we loved, that held a special significance for us. We were […] Read more…