Our first Me and Mine photo – May 2015 Last May, on the first weekend when Roger was well enough to come home from the hospice, we had some family photographs…
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As it’s coming up to a year since Roger passed away there have already been many milestones without him. First holiday, first Christmas, first birthdays, first wedding anniversary – but something…
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It’s been a few weeks since I wrote about my plans to move house and try to find somewhere to live nearer my family in my hometown. Well since then, quite…
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When I’m not writing about the bigger issues, like getting things out of my system or wondering where this thing called life is going (I’ve been listening to a lot of…
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At the beginning of the month I ran the Great Birmingham 10k with a dedicated team of work colleagues known as the Substandards, in memory of our much-loved colleague and of…
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It’s nine months now since I lost my husband, Roger, to cancer. I can’t say the pain of loss is getting any easier, but I do feel like I can cope…
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It’s becoming a tradition in our little family that on certain dates of the year we let balloons go into the sky for Roger. This week we did it for the…
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I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this if you’ve read my blog in the past week or so, but yesterday was one of those dates for me. One of…
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This Saturday is a very special date for me. Well it would have been, if Roger were still here. We should be celebrating our five-year wedding anniversary this weekend. Saturday 12th…
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“I’m often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. “I always ponder the question. What exactly do I…
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We were honest with our children when their dad was diagnosed with cancer last year. Pretty much from the start we made sure they knew what was going on, and even…
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It’s funny how these little milestones don’t really mean anything but when you sit and think about them, they feel so major. It’s been six months now since Rog died. That’s…
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On the day of Roger’s funeral, when the service was over and we were in the sunny garden of the hotel where we held his wake, Sam, Florence and their cousin…
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Rewind to New Year’s Eve last year, and I was sitting in my kitchen, waiting for my husband to come home from his late shift, having a glass of wine and…
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My six-year old, Sam, says this year is going to be the best Christmas for his sister Florence, who at two is at the perfect age for taking in all the…