This is the last ever picture I shared of Daisy before she died.  It's the day before she died, she was deteriorating but had not...

I live next door to the local church and often take in parcel deliveries if there is no-one available at the presbytery to sign for them.  T...

These are the difficult days.  The winter days. The onslaught of anniversaries and reminders is ceaseless. It seems never-ending and the s...

"if you want something you will make it happen...if you dont. you'll find an excuse". A colleague shared these words with me m...

#RememberWhen is the hashtag for Children's Grief Awareness week in the UK. The week starts with the global day for remembering child...

"a third of our family has gone..." My eldest son has aspergers.  His directness and honesty can be bluntly refreshing.  It'...

I recently made a short film with Nurture Channel for You Tube on my own experiences as a parent coping with the death of my husband and my...

Daisy loved school.  Nothing made her happier after a hospital stay to put on her school jumper and know that it was a school day.  Always t...

A year ago I woke up and gathered every last shred of strength I could muster to get out of bed.  I did my hair and makeup and put on a brig...

I'm in a no-man's land at the moment.  Set adrift from a place I once knew.  It wasn't perfect, but I was easy in it's famil...

We survived Christmas, just.  It was as anticipated, fraught.  It was Daisy's excitement that made Christmas special.  Like any family w...

It was always our rule to wait until 12th December to put our Christmas decorations up in our family.  That's my dad's birthday.  Ev...

I haven't updated for ages, once again the poor blog has been neglected.  My life has been taken up with lots of writing projects, some ...

Christmas.  For Daisy this was the most important time of the year (closely followed by her birthday, and then everyone else's birthdays...

The long summer holiday.  Obviously I use the word "summer' in the loosest sense of the word as I have resorted to firing up the wo...

It catches you unawares, when you least expect it.  Those little things.  I'll be   in a shop and see a something that I know Daisy wo...

Every year on Father's day I send a message to other mums I know who are single parents, acknowledging that they are pulling the dou...

One of the first things I did the day after Andy died was to bag up all his meds, injections and creams and take them back to the hospital. ...

It's so hard to believe that Daisy has gone, that we will not see her any more, that I won't hear her call out "mummyyyyy!!!!!!...

It's been nearly a year now.  It's been a tough year.  So many firsts; first father's day, first mother's day, first wedding...